“Come on. It’ll be fun!” I was being dragged by the hand by my new friend, Morgan, off to who knows where in Manhattan—some obscure part populated by older and smaller brick buildings. Me? I was still reeling. Not fully present. Finding oneself twenty-one, freshly kicked out of a blended family, napping when I could on park benches in the summer heat, not eating regularly; all of it can do that to a person. I was trying t...