Big City, Small City

I often get overwhelmed by the size of the city, but every now and then, there are moments that make the city seem so small. In the last week, I've run into people that I know in some of the most random places. Last weekend while I was hanging out on the Great Lawn in Central Park, I was throwing a frisbee around with friends and we accidentally threw it at a guy and it hits his back. Turns out, it was Alex, a high school buddy of one of my good friends from Williams. Who would have thought that we would run into each other in the city, let alone the mass that is the Great Lawn? And then, just on Friday, I was walking near Bryant Park and I hear my name being called. I turn around, and who should it be but Alex, again. (actually, I guess I run into Alex a lot in the city)

To top it off, on Saturday night I was down in the East Village, walking around with Lillian. We were about to call it a night, but walked by a small cafe and decided to get a drink outside. As we went inside to pay our bill, Lillian noticed someone and it turns out we ran into 3 people from Williams that we know. Small fuckin' world.