My parents really wanted me to get out of New York, be exposed to other people, other ways of life.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I got to New York when I was eighteen. I was knocking around, trying to be an actor, writer, musician, whatever happened.
I went to New York for the first time when I was in college for a school trip and, uh, it did not appeal to me. It was too much hustle and bustle. And I have since now found a New York where if I lived there now, I know where I would want to live.
The time I spent in New York when I was 17 gave me the confidence to pursue my dreams with my whole heart.
Right when I turned 18, I moved to New York, originally for school, and then dropped out and just lived in New York.
My mother felt it was time that I had some parental control, so I went off to America and went to New York.
When I was 13, I would come visit my aunt and uncle in New York. I decided I wanted to live with them after seeing my cousin's school. Honestly, I just wanted to go to a school where I didn't have to wear uniforms, and my mom said okay.
Once I realized I wanted live in New York, I saved enough money that I wouldn't have to get a job right away. That was important to me, to focus on acting; I didn't want to come here and just fall into the mix.
I came to New York when I was 21, 22. I couldn't speak English. I knew I wanted to go to fashion school.
My parents made me believe I could do anything I wanted to do. They were really into empowering me.
My father and mother should have stayed in New York, where they met and married and where I was born.