I've Got Sunshine On a Cloudy Day

New York. Boston. Washington DC. Dallas. All noble cities, all taking something away from me- my best friends. College may have been the fastest four years of my life. I remember move in day back in 2005. I had lots of roommates to meet, lots of packing and repacking and unpacking to do, I had to get organized and get the wrinkles out of my clothes. But as vivid as that day was, meeting all the blonde girls surrounding me and sharing awkward hellos, my graduation day is more fresh in my mind. Four years later, on a gray day where the clouds hung ominously, I laughed and cried and thought about the future of myself and of my friends. Would we stay close? Would we stay in touch? Would future graduate assistant positions keep us together for longer? I was unsure of what was in store. Two years later it's that time of year again. Back in school and back to thinking how fast time goes by. My graduate assistantship did keep me in New York with friends and closer to other people. I was

After a lovely weekend away with some of my closest friends this weekend, I have realized my time living in New York is limited. And for the better. New York City has always been attractive to me. It has always made me determined, envious, loyal, and yet rushed. The big apple is perhaps the biggest and most richly populated city in the entire world, people from all over dream of visiting, living in, and experiencing New York. But the city that never sleeps is just that- it's always on the go. It's always rushing, and while rushing it's keeping it's head down and keeping to itself. The city never sleeps nor do the people that call it home. This might be because of the airplanes taking off every few minutes, loud to those Queens and Long Island natives lucky enough to be located near the two main airports. Or, maybe we don't sleep because there are always sirens, always car horns, there is always loud music, and on certain nights, don't forget the garbage trucks.

...But for now this is as close as it gets. I've always wanted to write a book. Ever since Leah and I were in 7th grade and would escape to her grandmother's house during cross-country practice for snacks, we decided we'd write a book titled "To Grandmother's House We Go." I think I wrote three or four paragraphs. It's saved on a floppy disk somewhere. Then I decided I would write a self-help book about life and the struggles and stresses that a typical college student goes through. I thought I would connect life situations with song lyrics, since I have such a strong love for music. Since opening my own restaurant might be a challenge, (one that I am still up for!) I thought maybe a cook book would work instead. But I don't follow any recipes, I create meals off what's in the fridge and what tastes good together. The moral of this story is that I would love to publish a book. A book combining all of the above. A book that includes stories, advice,

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