When I was a junior in high school and dreaming of my future as a college student, I would always threaten my parents that I’d move across the country and attend NYU. (Side note: When I was a junior in high school, while everyone ELSE was dreaming of a future as a college student, I was actually daydreaming about becoming a famous superstar. But please, don’t ask me why or what I thought I’d be famous for, because I have no idea). Anyways, as you and I both know now, I did not opt to attend NYU (didn’t even apply), but instead, I reached a compromise with my family and attended school six hours away from home at UCLA. Now, years after my NYU and superstar fantasies, I finally had the chance to visit the city of my dreams. Fresh off of the train from New Jersey to New York (I made a one day trip to NJ), I literally shrieked with absolute glee, and Alex L. can verify this should you have any doubts. I hadn’t seen anything yet, or even made it to the hotel, but I was in New York, and I was already in love.