I like to think I'm a pretty independent woman. I've moved to two different states all by myself, I own my own house, and I've raised my child pretty much on my own. My last job was in governmental affairs so I had to travel to DC a few times by myself - no big deal.
At one point, my job required me to travel to New York City. I was excited - my mother, not so much. "You're a woman, and you're going to New York City by yourself???" Puh-lease. I once moved myself across the country to Arizona and survived being attacked/killed/corrupted by any Mexicans (although I did have a child by one, but that's another story...)
I took this photo about ten seconds after I stepped out of the train station in New York. Right after I snapped it, I thought, "Holy shit. I am in New York City. By myself.
WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING????????"
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