Over spring break, I took a road trip with my friends across Arizona. I touched down Phoenix just a few hours before sunset. After grabbing a burger and fries from Wendy’s, I of course ran across walkalator after walkalator to catch an unobscured view of the tinted sky.
A guy saw me snapping with my DSLR and whipped out his camera phone. “I should take some photos too,” he said. Within 30 minutes, the sky had changed hues from a baby blue to a bright orange to soft pink. Just before it dipped into the horizon, the sun set the clouds ablaze in a fiery red.
The day before my last in Dubai, I knew I wanted to go on top of the world’s tallest building. I was buying tickets to Burj Khalifa’s 124th floor when I stumbled upon the option to see Dubai’s skyline at sunrise. Now, I have a thing for elevated city views. Throw in the golden hour, and you can find me running with my Nikon DSLR in hand—but I hesitated to buy these tickets.
Greek marble, gold accents, delicate floral designs—this is the Grand Mosque.
I skipped class to go to Dubai.
If you had asked me to do something like this last year, I would’ve looked at you like you were batsh*t insane and said “no.” School and work are important to me. I don’t usually skip lectures. I submit all my assignments on time. I don’t know if it’s a need to do well or the lack of closure I’d feel if I missed anything, but the habitual nature is there.
After studying at Northwestern for two years, I’ve come to know Evanston winters quite well. The days and nights are cold, dull and gloomy. Most of the time, I don’t want to go out and my mood takes a dip. Days go by without seeing the sun and I ask myself if I ever really knew anything else. But sometimes, Northwestern can surprise me.