A New York Minute

by Ashley Wilhardt

I woke up early to rush back into the city. My eyes are blurry and coffee is spilling as I’m denied a seat on the subway. Still drunk off the many tequila shots from the night before, I laugh to myself remembering the reunion spent with friends from abroad. It had been years since we were all together, and last night definitely made up for lost time. We explored what felt like the entire city. Round after round was followed by laughing too loud and dancing too long. I’m thinking about what it would be like to call this place home.

A morning in Central Park seems like the perfect cure for my hangover…

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