I woke up suddenly—cold, wet dew from the grass soaking into my clothes. Something didn't feel right. Sleepily, I looked down. My eyes opened wide. Instead of the pajamas I had put on moments before, I was wearing a lightweight white tunic with a leather belt and thick, scratchy stockings. I looked around wildly, my drowsiness completely gone.
    

NYC… home to so many people.

New York City

NYC… my home, and to others, the place of skyscrapers, Broadway shows, and lights. Don’t get me wrong, NYC has lots of lights and tall buildings, but it’s more than that for me. It’s home, always has been… if you don’t count the first year or two of my life in Wisconsin. In NYC (well, really, everywhere), history is all around you - you just have to be interested enough to learn about it.