The morning of my birthday, I woke up, ate a birthday cake briefly, and loaded my entire old life into the car. Aside from a few brief bathroom breaks, we were squeezed into the car the entire day, singing the same three songs over and over again.I’d like to say that this is the part of my journey where I switched my perspective on the trip, and got more excited to move, but it was not. I’m sorry to say that I remained petulant and grumpy for a solid couple of years after that.
A while later, after adjusting and finding a great group of girls to be friends with, I realized that I didn’t hate Queens as much as I had previously thought. A few years after that, I was shocked to come to the conclusion that not only did I not mind the move, but I couldn’t picture myself anywhere else and truly loved Queens and Manhattan. The journey was so hazy that I did not even realize that I had arrived at the destination, or that there even was a destination to arrive at. My life before and since that birthday seven years ago had many more journeys, the college process being a big one, but the move from one country to city helped me see that the end result is never set in stone, and that one can’t possibly foresee how any journey will end.