"Hi Nadia!
I
love your blog! I'm just wondering why you didn't write about [what
happened during your] summer in NYC like you told your subscribers you
would. I know you had to have some kinda nice job cause I saw you post
the pics from the Big Sean concert. What's up?
Micah
(White Plains, NY)"
I know that I usually write a short blog about how New York City captivates me, how I'm preparing for the semester and some of my favorite summer moments at this time of the year. It's not that those things haven't been a part of summer and aren't part of what I may want to say. My summer has had some extreme highs, extreme lows and everything in between.
It's just that no matter how many wonderful experiences I've had, both personally and professionally, this will always be the summer that I watched my grandmother die.
This summer has transformed me in ways that surprise me sometimes. And, while it seems as though my friends and some family members are able to focus on other things, I'm not quite there yet. I'm moving. I'm working. I'm schooling. I'm doing. But... I guess... I'm also mourning.
