New York, I loved you. Part of me still does, sort of. New York is a city of firsts for me: where I drew my first breath as a living being; where I indulged in my first of many cries; where I had my first kiss in a dingy high school stairwell; and where I first began my obsession with Aubrey Graham as a 13-year-old girl.
During my formative years in Brooklyn, I was invincible. Despite 9/11 and the terror it evoked, I had zero fear of the streets, the people, or the fast-paced lifestyle. In fact, I embraced all of New York’s eccentricities. I felt like I owned the city.