To compress my feelings and thoughts about my 10 days in the (quote Va) "city where dreams are made of" would be to undermine the entire experience of freedom, expression, and basically being awake in my dreams. Finally setting foot on the land where celebrities troddle on in movies, you have no idea how long it took for it to sink in. Since i'll never be able to re-capture the moment, I shan't even begin to try. On another note, here are the highlights: tenements everywhere, lunching in the university of columbia where Nate Archebald and Blair Waldorf school at, hopping our way around so we don't freeze, chilling in the hostel lobby, snapping away like dorks at every limousine, surviving on hot chocolates and lattes to fix our jetlags, being inspired by the art all around nyc because it's very existence is an art form on its own and everything that is in is magical."touch each other in a celebratory manner"