There’s a moment you can’t prepare for… when you finally see the city from above, the skyline stretching beyond what your eyes can hold. It doesn’t feel real at first. Because for so long, it was just a vision in your head, a dream whispered into existence, a feeling only you truly understood. But then it happens. You stand there, looking at the city that once felt impossible, and suddenly, you belong to it. I cried. I truly cried at first even thought I saw this after a whole year of living here. The late nights, the doubts, the sacrifices, the risks and anxiety, they all make sense now. You did it. You made it here. And if you’ve ever worked, hoped, and ached for this place, you’ll know exactly what I mean. And if you’re still dreaming of this moment - keep going. New York isn’t just a city; it’s a promise, a hope, a chance, a dream. It’s also just a city for some. But it only matters what you feel of this city and what it gives you mentally. And if it’s calling you, there’s a reason.