Maybe it's another New York City the southerners talk about. Maybe that's where there is money falling from the sky, diamonds speckling the sidewalks. Here there is only gray rock, cold and treeless as a bad dream. Who could love this place-where no pine trees grow, no porch swing moves with the weight of your grandmother.This place is a greyhound bus humming through the night the letting out a deep breath inside a place called Port Authority. This place is a driver yelling, New York City, last stop. Everybody off.This place is loud and strange and nowhere I'm ever going to call home.
New York City
I think this event was most important, because going to new york shaped her as a writer. New York was where she learned her first letters, and wrote her first book. I feel like if she hadn't gone through the hardships that she did, she may not have gotten the idea of becoming a writer. She also wouldn't have adopted Roman, which is a part of her writing. Also, New York is a big part about what she writes about, so without her going there, she may not have written about all of that. Lastly, New York is where she met several friends, people, and teachers that play a big part of her writing.