I think my favorite thing about New York City is the diversity; everybody looks different, talks differently with different accents, comes from different cultures, countries and communities, sees the world in different colors and different shades and hues. Everyone is beautiful in their own way.
I’m slowly letting my perception of normal morph into some odd brand of acceptance and tolerance. Granted, this does not mean I forget the standard by which God has called me to live by, but I understand now that not everyone dresses the same way, thinks the same thoughts, and sees the same sights as I do. While God is true and sovereign and He reassures me of this fact every moment I am here, I’m beginning to release hold on my mind so that He can show me how He can love everyone and desire salvation for them. I don’t necessarily agree with everything everyone does or offer to condone any of it, but I do see the difference between everyone yet the similarity we have in the eyes of God…It’s pretty humbling.
On a completely less mature, more shallow note, the campus library is heavenly. I realize that I sound like a total nerd when I say this, but I don’t care; the historic architecture of the building and the rich words that decorate every page within each novel is a sight and a sense that I can’t fully describe as to give it all proper justice.
Today, I joined a group of Pratt freshmen who were going to Target on the other side of Brooklyn…or at least, for the time and distance we walked, it seemed like the other side. My body isn’t used to walking so much! It’s so odd; I love running and working out and anything that has to do with exercise, but when it comes to walking through Brooklyn or even back and forth across the campus, I get so exhausted! It might be the fact that I’m not used to walking so much and that the rush of Orientation Week is catching up to me. ANYWAY! The target was three stories tall, no kidding. I realize that this is really no big deal, but I become very easily amused by things like this.
Not only was the Target three stories tall, but on the second story (for the first story was the entrance, a cart station, and very spacious elevators upon which you carted your carts up to the second floor) there was an escalator for people and then right along side it was an escalator for carts…AN ESCALATOR FOR CARTS. Just let that sink in….
The Target adventure was wonderful, though incredibly exhausting and very hot. Once I came back, I put away my purchases in my dorm and fell asleep for about two hours. Tomorrow I will have to venture out onto the subway system…by myself…
Well, God is protecting me and He’s given me enough common sense to know not to accept anything from strangers (except help when I become, and I will become hopelessly lost), not to go out at night by myself, and just to mind my own business when the rubber meets the road. God’s got me covered.
― Paulo Coelho, The Devil and Miss Prym