in a serendipitous-though-really-more-like-fateful moment of being in the right place at the right time, we found ourselves in line to see the late alexander mcqueen's savage beauty collection at the Met. placed behind an NYU professor in the queue, we were immersed in a tiny corner of the world that is NYC. i pretended to be a student in the university, studying art, or design, or international studies, though the latter has never really held my interest. in NY, everything was interesting and exciting. and for a few hours, i was a part of that excitement. no one knew i was from suburbia. i could fool these people into thinking i was one of them, one of the lucky ones who could truly call NYC home. for a sliver of my life, i lived where i had always dreamed of living - in the city that never sleeps because it has too much living to do. i was living. it was then that i realized that we can be whoever we want to be at any given moment. as j.k. rowling showed us through dumbledore's words to harry, "Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?" maybe my studio apartment placed above the deli with the best coffee in the upper west side on the corner of this street and that was a figment of my imagination, but that doesn't mean the emotional experience and feelings of belonging weren't real. i think we need to remember our little girl selves and know that imagination can bring our dreams to fruition, though not always in the traditional, adult-world sense of things.
believe you are, and there you have it.
Until next time,