NYC is a complex and mixed city, a city known for its diversity of race, religion, and people from all over the world. Within this city’s diverse demographics, there is a group of women over 65 that have been able to remain unperturbed, and they’ve been observers of the city’s constant change. They created homes without families and they’ve been able to age in place. Many of them inhabit rent-controlled apartments and that’s where they’ve lived for the past 30 or 40 years. I became intrigued by the lives of these women. I see myself in them. I’m aging in a foreign country that has become my home and I’ve been able to develop strong friendships comparable to the ones back home. But, as I age in this foreign place, the dilemma of aging alone hits hard and I can’t help but wonder if by wanting a family of my own I’m just trying to fix an unknown future. Getting to know these women and seeing their homes, I see women comfortable with who they are and the decisions they’ve made. Meeting them has taught me that whatever I decide it will be OK. Home is many things but ultimately is what we do with the space we inhabit and how we make those spaces our own. Through these strong women, I have found strength in myself too, to embrace what remains unknown.