I recieved some upsetting news while i was in new york. Upseting to the point where i was Lying in bed with my friends talking around me, unknown to them that i was teary and home sick. I felt so alone and far away from everything that gave me comfort. The day after was my last day in new york and i decided i want to do nothing and be miserable. Fuck money, fuck new york, fuck having fun i just wanna be alone and cry. I suddenly missed home. That night i dreamt someone robbed me of all my holiday money, crdit and passport. That was the second dream about loss i had this holiday.

The next day i made the decision to wake up early and take the cruise to the statue of liberty. It was so damn cold up on that ferry, i was covered up so you could obly See my eyes. We had so many laughs on the way there, the serious faced senior narator continued to talk while we crept up by his side and posted for a photo. Vuongie took off his jacket and shirt and posed victoriously in Negative degree weather in front of the statue. Ladies were shreaking. We tired our Best to pose disgustingly or pretend to thrw up over the boat w the statue in the background.

I had so much fun and laughed so hard til i couldnt contain my saliva. It was awesome.

Seeing the statue of liberty was more than fun after an upsetting night. The narator said, most statues are devoted to a person or a moment, but She was one of very few statues devoted to an idea. When the narator stopped and we were in kms from the statue, i paused in awe. A statue devoted to freedom. For the immigrants that cast their eyes upon her. For the soilders that return from battle. For me, it was freedom from the past that would hold me back in sorrow and nostalgia. She was beautiful for the message she sent to me. The world outside her and i suddenly muted and moved away, for that breif moment she set me free.

I thought the citizens of New York were so lucky to be reminded of this everyday.

This was definetly one of the highlights of my trip.