Growing up I was never the girl that ditched her friends when she had a boyfriend. No, I was always the friend that wanted to hang with friends. So it goes without saying that when I’ve had a falling out with a friend, a break up if you will, it’s particularly crushing for me. I can count friend break ups on less than one hand, but they stick with me forever.
What I take away from my time in California is a great deal of tolerance and acceptance. I need to talk less and listen more. I need to have empathy for people with different backgrounds than me and attempt to understand why they feel the way they do.
It all boils down to a few things: geography, how many old classmates you care to revisit, and your penchant for nostalgia.
And it also bewilders me that people have shamed the parents for allowing their son to play in the water despite a no swimming sign. Have these people never had a two year old child?
For whatever reason, NYC represents a place where all your dreams are possible. Basically all the lyrics in that Alicia Keys song “New York” on the Sex In The City soundtrack.