A “moment” from each month I spent in New York City. Sometimes tasty, but always tRuthful.
Month 1: May 2012.
I stand looking up at the reflective, diamond-studded, 46-floored building that is Hearst Tower on 8th Avenue and 57th Street. My jaw drops. “Wait, I’m going to be interning there this summer?” The tower looms higher than my realized dreams and my distorted reflection stares back at me, perplexed. I’ve arrived.
(And a day later, I look down:)