Crowded, I have never seen any place with this many people in my life. Not even close. I'm thrust into the crowd, my body coliding into the back of person in front of me causing a domino effect of everyone bumping and pushing into the people around them like we're in a pin ball machine. Cars bussle around the street wheels squealing, horns sounding through the air in every direction assaulting my eardrum's. I anticipated that New York would be busy but I didn't not prepare myself for this can of sardines level of congestion. The streets are lined with every type of food truck you can imagine the smells dance in my nose, somehow overpowering yet delectable causing my stomach to growl. The buildings are big and imposing, this place is, well, everything. My lips turn up. It's Intimidating and enthralling all at once. It's, it's everything. I give myself a moment to take it all in. This is the place I hope to call home next year.. That is the whole reason I'm standing here right now. Sure, some details of the plan have changed from what I had invisioned but New York and Colombia are the first steps to my dream hurt feelings and careless mistakes don't change that. I wonder where he is? No, don't go there. I made my bed now I have to lay in it. Besides, he's probably moved on and I should be happy for him. He deserves to be happy but I can't deny that thought causes an ache in my chest.
A severe weather alert flashes across the massive screens replacing the various ads that many of the buildings have plastered on them. The news is calling for a bad storm tonight flash flood warning included. If the roaring over the busy streets and the sparks of electricity lighting up the sky overhead are any indication my guess is it's close. I pull out the papers I received a few months back from Columbia. Scanning over the information I attempt to locate the address of the office my interview is scheduled to take place in. When I do I type it into my phone, my gps says I'm a twenty seven minute walking distance away, I have thirty five minutes before my interview is set to start and more than likely less time than that before I'm caught in a downpour. I'm cutting time closer way closer than I'd planned. The weather delayed my flight by an hour, an hour that I needed. I have two options catch a taxi or walk. If I catch a taxi I'll avoid getting drenched but with all this traffic I'd pretty much be garrentee showing up late, I do not want to be late. What kind of impression would that leave? I'd rather show up wet than late. After everything that I've gone through in the last year I'm not letting a little rain, or a lot of rain get in the way of my destiny. It's decided I'll walk. Turning on my heels I hike my bag on my shoulder to start my path when I have the wind knocked out of me. Long dark hair, leather jacket, green eyes I could never forget.. Some how some way, out of all the people in New York City I've just laid my eyes on him. No way. Standing frozen wasting time I don't have to waste he looked my direction, the moment he locks eyes on me I feel like the lightening in the sky stuck me through the heart. He looks worried? He drops whatever he was holding I hear Inaudible yelling before thunder booms deafeningly loud in my ears, then everything goes black.