When my husband and I moved to Manhattan, we lived in Washington Heights, 168th and Haven Avenue, near the George Washington Bridge. It was a rough part of town. I was frightened; I wouldn't go anywhere without him for a week.
But necessity did take over. We needed to eat while he was getting his PhD. So I eventually braved the city to job hunt, and within weeks began work. Days and months passed. Then years. We moved to Boston a decade later.
Two decades later, I hardly recognize my younger self; a large part of the credit goes to New York.
There are places where each of us emerge, becoming more of who we are.
That place for me is Manhattan.
Is there a place for you that was formative?
Did you intend to go there? Or did you go there for someone else?
Where is that place?