I never thought about where I wanted to live. I assumed I’d always be here in the Midwest, swallowed up by all the cornfields without the time or money to visit Chicago more than once a year. I didn’t dream of leaving in a serious way.
But college is coming, and I am leaving. Going off to another state nothing like my own. And, after that, I can see something new: a new life, a new place, a new way to be.
I want to live in NYC and let myself drown in the city. And if I think about it, I was always supposed to find myself there. Someday.











