Gabrielle Garcia

Two Generations Collide

The streets are bustling with intent and enormous conversations of weekend plans in New York City. I feel consumed by the noise yet seamlessly content. The warm golden sunlight reflects onto the sky rises so perfectly during this hour. I put my headphones in and transport to my own soundtrack thumping to my own rhythm. Finally, my first week as a new journalist at my dream job has been completed. I feel unstoppable, on top of the universe, my universe.