Living in White Plains this past semester has made me realize that I can never actually live in a city. It isn’t even a huge metropolitan area and I know that I wouldn’t be able to handle a place like New York. Before this semester, the graduated-from-college image I had of myself was moving out of my family’s suburban home upstate, chipping away at my current novel as I look out the window of my apartment at Manhattan. As far-fetched as that dream was before, I’m glad that this is no longer what I want.
This semester is nearly over and there is nothing I would like to do more than sleep in my childhood bed and not have to constantly listen to firetruck sirens up down and down my street, car alarms and people being loud in general. I hate too much noise. I can’t write with too much noise. I no longer care that there is a Dunkin Donuts walking distance from this hotel (as well as a Barnes and Noble, Walmart, Panera Bread, and any store I can dream up). I need the ability to look out my window and be able to tell what season it is by the condition the trees are in. I need quality hiking locations walking distance from where I sleep at night. No. I will never settle down in New York or any resembling city.
I’m currently living in White Plains because my school doesn’t have enough on-campus housing for transfer students, so they stuck one hundred new students in a luxury hotel in the city of White Plains, ten minutes from campus. Thankfully, next semester I will (finally) have my own dorm at the suburban school that I currently do not feel I am apart of. I won’t have to drive ten minutes every day in traffic just to get breakfast. My neighbors will actually be college students instead of the middle-aged business men that also live here. I will finally be able to meet people that aren’t just in my classes at Purchase.