Did the last few days really just happen?A week and a half ago, I was sitting at work minding my own business, and then got an e-mail inviting me to interview at NYU. The last few days have gone by so unbelievably fast, it honestly feels like a really long dream. I saw New York City for the first time and everyone was right: I loved it.
It's such a paradoxical city, which is what I loved. It was an amazingly scary place, full of overwhelming traffic and people, yet everything seemed to mesh together seamlessly and create an environment of constant excitement. It probably has a lot to do with it being my first time there, but I have a feeling that even though that feeling might diminish just a bit, there's always going to be an overall sense of thrill and fun.
Even more importantly, the students and the MA program there are incredible. The people, the program, and the city all seem like they have so much to offer. After 6 interviews in a row, I'm confident one will work out for me. I went into one of them a bit narrow-minded (which is not like me at all), and came out of it with a brand new notion and personal challenge. I hope the cards fall in my favor because that would definitely facilitate some much needed growth for me and the students I would be working with.
Sure, I got there and they misplaced my luggage and my taxi driver was badgering me for an address to take me to, and the flight back was delayed over 2 hours. Now that the whirlwind is over, I don't think I would have changed it.
Maybe it's still the high of New York wearing off or the nice change of pace from an overal mundane current lifestyle...probably both, huh? Whether it's now or later on in life, I want the badge of honor to say I've lived in New York only to look back and say, "I wouldn't have changed it for anything in the world."
