Beginning

I’ve lived in this beautiful, trash-laden, and frighteningly full city for eight years, but now I’m moving out. I have one last summer here before I move to Chicago for law school. Getting ready to leave New York is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do, and I hear I’m not the only one. The Leaving New York Syndrome is known to cause freak-outs, premature sadness, and a burning desire to pay homage to the amazing, bleeding mess that the city is and what it has been to you. So, that’s what I’m going to do. The last one. Pay homage, and write about my final adventures here. Because that’s basically all I’ve wanted to do since I was a kid – have adventures. Or at least write about them.

New York City summer, you beautiful beast, here I come.