My time living in New York for co-op feels like another life time ago. Its hard to believe that it was only two months ago that I was living in my tiny room with its view of the Empire State Building, walking down 7th avenue everyday to an internship that I loved, drinking coffee all the time and walking through Central Park every chance that I could get. Now that I'm back on campus in Philly it feels like I never left. Those six months living by myself in Manhattan are like something from a dream I had long ago.
Towards the end of my co-op I began to fret about all things I had yet to experience and tried to fit as much as I could into my remaining weekends. I read Here is New York by E.B.White entirely on subway rides. I explored Brooklyn in the snow with a coworker and built my first ever snowman (sort of) in Prospect Park. I walked across the Brooklyn Bridge and took in the Manhattan skyline from Dumbo Park. I wandered through Central Park for the last time, exploring corners of the park I'd never seen before. I said goodbye to a city that I'd grown to love, to all the memories and adventures I'd had there. I don't know what the future has in store, but I'm comforted knowing that the city is still out there, waiting for me if I ever choose to return.
(Just ignore the fact that these first three photos are from Philly. The snow was just too pretty not to share)
