I was still at school, anxiously awaiting the end to my finals week. My last few days in Nebraska were dwindling, but they couldn’t be gone soon enough. My roommates had gone out to grab Chinese and one of the girls threw me her extra fortune cookie. When I opened it, I had to smile, it said “You will take a pleasant journey to a place far away.” Now, as cheesy as fortune cookies are (they aren’t even Chinese, they’re an American invention, go figure) this one seemed to only ensure that my summer in New York City was actually going to happen. I was ready.