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Monastic Me

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A dusty corner of the internet (swept occasionally)

On this day 10 years ago, I booked a one-way ticket and showed up in New York with rudimentary English, no plan, and not even ONE familiar person. I found myself thinking a lot about that period recently. It’s been a decade. The woman writing this essay doesn’t have a single cell in common with the woman who landed at JFK. That woman’s anxiety outpaced her experience. That woman didn’t know how to navigate the subway or use Google Maps. For her first week, that woman walked only straight lines to and from her apartment for fear that with one wrong turn, she would be lost forever. Yet, my…

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