A “moment” from each month I spent in New York City. Sometimes tasty, but always tRuthful.
Month 4: August 2012
I’m sitting on the pavement next to the East River in Astoria, crying my own little river. My internship is over, I only know two people in NYC, and my part-time food retail job doesn’t start until next week. As another wave of tears wells up, I use every ounce of my energy not to buy a plane ticket home that minute. Because going home would be giving up.
I’ve never felt more alone in my life.