A few weeks after I learned I was going to be spending most of summer living in New York City as an intern, I realized all the implications of that commitment. I have never once lived in a place that was not close to complete wilderness. One day I realized that I’m going to be living in a city for the best time of the year. I know I’ll have a great time, but it made me sad to think the closest I’ll get to enjoying a walk through the woods is a torturous trans-city subway ride.
Professor Redick spent some time early in the semester talking about Central Park. Albeit before living in New York for a summer was even a thought, I was still a little more curious about Central Park after that class. I have been to New York a couple times before, but the last time was in 6th grade, and before that was too long to even remember. There are a lot of pictures of my family and me in and around the picturesque places of the city, but I really don’t ever remember Central Park. I don’t even know if I’ve ever actually been there.
But seeing as the only person I’ll know in New York for an entire summer is my older and much busier sister, I imagine I’ll be alone for the first couple weeks I’m there. I love my sister a lot, but I am still planning on taking the earliest chance I have to spend a good chunk of time just relaxing in the most hidden alcoves and isolated areas. Over the last couple weeks in anticipation of the summer, I have had a wide range of thoughts on the subject. The most dominant of those thoughts is the impending misfortune of being separated from my closest friends. It’s super frightening, so the idea that there could be a place inside the city where I can get away from those thoughts is comforting. Hopefully, I can make it to a more honest area of wilderness around the city in hopes of remedying my situation as much as I can.
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