We met just over six years ago in our favorite city in the world, New York City. A chance encounter was brought about with a little coaxing from friends on a night neither of us intended to go out. What was as a casual get-together at a friend's apartment would become the first step toward a first date, which would not be the last. In the years since, we have traveled from Onamia, MN, to Kymi, Greece, and everywhere in between (despite Rosa's severe aerophobia). Yet, every time we pass through the Lincoln on the way back into the City, we can look up and see the same apartment where we first met as we cross 9th Ave., thankful we both decided to venture out that night.