New York City, the incomparable, the brilliant star city of cities.

Last week I went into the city six straight days. Monday started out, on a whim, going to the Rangers pre-season game con mi padre and ended up meeting Mike Richter. Mike Richter has been my favorite hockey player since I was six. Needless to say I was a little excited. Then the next two days I went in and started my internship, which as I stated earlier, I really like so far. I even met my friend for lunch on Thursday. She's doing an internship a couple blocks away from me which is really convenient. It as so ordinary but it made me realize just how badly I want to live and work in New York. Even just walking back and forth from Penn Station makes my day.

Friday I went out in the city again. There was an NU alumni event and I met up with the same friend I had lunch with. Heading back to Penn Station around 12:30, the streets were packed, the Chrysler Building was sparkling and I couldn't help but smile. Uncontrollable smiling happened when I was with Boston, but it was usually because of the people I was with, not where I was. I loved my time in Boston and I made some great friends, but in New York, I'm positive I could have great friends and be ecstatic about the place I'm living every day.

And now for the favorite part of my day:
On the way back from yoga it was raining but the sky was pale orange. And I saw the brightest, biggest rainbow I've ever seen. It stretched across the whole sky, and it looked like it was blending in with the rest of the sky, making it pink. And when I looked in my rearview mirror, the sky looked gold.