we decided to ditch most of the scheduled events (i.e. panel discussions along the lines of "pointing your daughter in the right direction," as well as "don't be scared of new york city, it's actually quite safe now"), and instead subwayed downtown for falafel from taïm, which we ate on a bench atop the highline. zoë found a popsicle truck that made her so happy. see below: a sublime roasted yellow plum popsicle.
she was already pretty settled in her dorm room, though it was still half-naked, as her roommate's flight was delayed a couple of days.
we drove off and left her there, our girl. our college girl, our city girl.