Bitter and Sweet
New York much like Los Angeles is a city where my love and hate were concurrent. Believe me when I say that I grew to hate the city within the first two hours of my arrival and to my very own amusement fell in love two hours prior before my departure. In between these hours were a void I had not felt in a long time. It was enlightening, yet complicated. Let's just say I wasn't the same when I came back home, for better or worse. The flight by Delta might have lacked turbulence, but this trip and the supporting characters played their part in the turmoil and upheaval that was apart of those few days. Arriving at the early hours of a Friday morning, I found myself overwhelmed and incongruous with a scene I had only witnessed in movies. These feelings erected right when I had entered LAX, I was unable to shake the feeling deep down in my gut that those I was to rely on during this adventure would fail me and gloriously at it too. It proved to be true. Now don't get me wrong,...