When I was 17 my aunt took me to New York City for a weekend away. It was really cool, and also the first time in my life that I went on an airplane. I remember being very nervous. I’d love to go back to NYC at some point as an adult, since I suspect there are some parts of the city you just don’t appreciate in the same way as a teenager.
Me on my very first flight. You can’t tell, but I’m terrified.
On the ferry to see the Statue of Liberty.
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Me hanging out with the celebrities. Or maybe just having dinner at Planet Hollywood.
Me outside of our hotel, it was really close to Broadway, which was cool.
Me in Central Park.
View from Central Park, I swear it’s in the majority of movies/tv-shows taking place in NYC.