This summer marks my 7th year in the city that never sleeps. I can't believe I've lasted this long, especially considering that I absolutely hated NYC when I first moved here for school. I had no friends and felt alienated from my classmates, spending most of my time in the library or holed up in my studio apartment. The city seemed so big and scary; I couldn't navigate the subway system, and on one occasion ended up in the Bronx when my actual destination was the West Village.
I recently got back to the city after spending a week camping in the woods with my family. I honestly had a blast, to my surprise. I used to go camping a lot as a kid but haven't been in about twelve years. I mostly went to placate my family because I felt bad for not spending enough time with them, but I ended up really enjoying the experience.
Before beginning my journey as Quinn, I had resigned myself to the fact that I would most likely not be able to travel due to financial and career obligations. Most people take advantage of the years after college to see the world, but I was focused on other goals at the time. The fact that I would not be able to experience much of what our world has to offer made me regretful.