Comfort in Isolation

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Alejandra Vasquez/Staff

This summer, I moved to New York City on a whim. I had few job prospects and hardly knew anybody on the East Coast.

The first few weeks weren’t exactly what I had envisioned. I felt completely estranged from myself and from the city. It reached a breaking point: I wanted to give up, call my dad and go home. I felt alone.

But then I realized I had to give into this feeling. Living in a new city means having to learn to embrace loneliness. And living in New York City means having to embrace loneliness in a sea of people.

Here are 35mm film photos I took that I think capture this feeling of comfort in isolation.

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