Today I counted 19 blisters on my feet. In the span of one week. The streets of NYC (and work flats/heels) have put my feet through the ringer. Although my feet are screaming stop, I strap on my shoes and walk out the door each day excited for where I will end up next. New York does not have sympathy for my aching feet so neither do I. It’s tough love here but in the best way. Every person around me has such a unique story. All coming from different walks of life into the same city of dreams, to walk until we can’t walk anymore, and then keep walking. “Put your feet on the ground” in all meanings of the phrase and go.

- Lilly Newman