During the ride to NYC, my apprehension grew, although I’m excited the moment as I stepped out of the train. I could sense the change of pace in the big city. There are so many different types of people of all shapes and sizes around me. Large crowds of people hurry past me, coming and going. Some of them do not even seem to be looking where they are going.
At one point, I almost get lost in the crowd. To my dismay, I also began to feel a churning in the pit of my stomach. I try to ignore it by grabbing my bags and keeping up with everyone else. However, it gets harder with each step I take. I began to feel lightheaded.
I was so afraid of falling or passing out I decided to stop and waited till it passed. While I sat, I began to really listen to the sounds of the big city. Suddenly, it hit me that a big part of my life was changing. I again felt sad.
Meanwhile I was so caught up in my emotional nostalgia I did not notice the woman calling out to me.
“Hello, Miss, are you okay?” she asked.
“I am fine, just feeling a bit homesick.”
“Oh, not from here?”
“No, I am coming from Ann Arbor, ” I said.
“Yes, are you from there?”
She smiles. “I am from Allegan, and I just arrived here. My name is Betty Whitmore.”
“Nice to meet you. I am Mia Gerard.”
“So where are you headed, Mia?”
“I am headed to Manhattan.”
“Nice. Is this for a job?”
I hesitate. “Actually, I am attending the New York Dance Academy of Performing Arts.”
“Wow, Mia. That sounds exciting.”
“How about you?”
She shrugged. “I’m just visiting my grandparents for a week. Best of luck, Mia.”
“Thank you, Betty.”
She walked away and got into a cab.
I noticed my nausea has gone. All the nerves I had been carrying around with me have disappeared for the time being. I grabbed my phone and let my parents know I arrived in NYC. I could hear my mother crying.
“I am so glad you got there safe, Mia,” said my Dad.
“Yes, me too, Dad.”
My mom shouted something in the background.
“Mia, your mom wants me to ask if you ate lunch.”
“Yes, I did.” I could not help but laugh. It felt good to hear my parents’ voices.
“Listen, I have to go now. I will call you all later tonight.”
“Love you, honey.”
“Love you guys too.” Then I jumped on the first cab that arrived.
The cabbie was less than friendly. “Where you headed?” His accent sounds Italian, but I can’t be certain, and his attitude is so brusque I’m not sure I want to ask.
“Ah, to Manhattan.” I hand him a slip of paper. “Here is the address.”
He glanced at it and tossed it down in the seat next to him. “Oh, you are not from here, I see.”
“No, I am from Ann Arbor.”
“Is that in Indiana?”
I tried not to roll my eyes. “No, it is actually in Michigan.”
“Oh, okay. Just tell me the address.”
Is this guy for real? I just handed it to him.
I sighed and just try to be as nice as I knew how, “It is 2500 Dance Avenue.”
“Oh, is that that dance school?”
I nodded. “Yes, I will be attending the New York Dance Academy of Performing Arts.”
“Well, good for you, Miss.”
I smiled “Thanks. I appreciate that.”
As he drove me to the school, I watched the big city whizz past me through the window. It’s so different from Michigan. Traffic and smog filled the air, and adrenaline pumps through my body as the excitement kicks in.
“Welcome to NYC, Miss.” The cabbie turned his head for an instant and looked at me.
Yes, I can see this is definitely going to be a big change. I hope I can keep up.