I may not have pretty sunsets and beautiful PCH drives anymore, but here I live among giants. To the south is the new World Trade Center, to the north is the Empire State Building. Now I have something that home could never give me. I can walk outside and no one notices me. No one cares if I’m dressed in a $500 wool coat and $300 leather boots, or if I just rolled out of bed with make up on from the night before and my hair in messy bun. Here, I live among every type of person that I can think of. There is no pressure to fit in here, because there is no mold to fit. You can’t look out of place in a place where there is no look to fit. The freedom of anonymity makes it possible to constantly reinvent yourself, to explore every aspect of your personality. My whole life I’ve felt the pressure to figure out who I am and where I fit in, but that pressure has been relieved here. I don’t have to be anyone, I can be everyone, or I can be no one. Everyone doesn’t look the same at the grocery store. Everyone doesn’t surf, fit a size 2, have perfect hair, live a middle class lifestyle. I don’t live in wonder of the natural beauty of the ocean anymore, but I live in the beauty of self-expression and diversity. Everything from the way people dress, to the way people look out for each other, to everyone’s background, to the buildings: there is character everywhere. I am constantly in awe of my surroundings, both the buildings and the people. I learn something new about myself everyday just by existing in a world of giants.