Being raised by parents who have always loved traveling, it has become my own personality trait now. Every year I long for summer because that is when my parents and I always plan our big annual vacation. That certainly will not happen this year because of my exchange year yay parents go do your own thing now.
But something pretty amazing is in store for me too.
I can still remember this, ever since I was like 6 years old, I would try to convince my father to take me to New York City. He would always chuck the topic because of how expensive it was or how it was super tedious to obtain a US visa or how dull 18 hour flights can be. I got over begging my dad, but it was always at the back of my head. There is something about the lights and the noise of that city which fills my head with wonder and my heart with longing. Going to New York City was one of the major things that I wanted to accomplish during my stay in the United States. It is still unbelievable to me how easily it all worked out.
Being an AFS student, I am not allowed independent travel with friends. I can travel around the country or even outside of it, if my host family accompanies me. My family is not super big on traveling and they have never been to New York before and it is not exactly on their bucket list.
My favorite class in school is AP Art History. We learn about art pieces from Chinese vases to African masks to the Sistine Chapel. Many of those art pieces are in a museum in New York. Do you see where I am going with this?
The AP Art History class takes a trip to New York every year. (hello universe, how did this work out so perfectly is this some kind of sick joke)
The class has like 11 students which makes us all a really neat little family. We share our opinions, we crack silly jokes, we study together 15 minutes before the exam and we make some weird not- so- art-historian- appropriate analogies. Let us just put it this way. Theyŕe my bunch of crazies and I would not rather have anyone else to go to New York with. Some of my favorite Americans in my favorite American city, I guess? The trip lasts for 4 days in the last week of February.
I don’t know how to look at it yet. It still does not feel real. Not yet. Almost 2 weeks to New York, and I still feel so numb to it?