The last time I went to New York I was 16 years old. I was there with my mother and younger brother for a month. I grew up being over-protected so we didn't go see any of the famous New York sights. While I was there this time, I went to the Empire State Building, took the Staten Island Ferry and saw the Statue of Liberty, also the 911 Memorial, ate Puerto Rican food at Spanish Harlem and so much more. I had a wonderful time but there was so much activity, so much energy coming from the city itself. Everyone is always is a hurry, always in the offensive. That was hard to get used to, although I did adapt as best and as fast as I could. I was making sure I was right behind my sister every time we took the subway. She was going to send me on my own one morning to 125th street so I could get breakfast and check out the sights on my own, but there was no time. I did walk around Harlem, where she lives, and was starting to get familiar with the area near her apartment. It was all so new to me, just like landing in another planet and trying to figure out how it all works. It was an amazing adventure I will never forget.
So now I'm back home in California, back in my small pond, trying to rest but feeling restless at the same time. There are so many things I experienced in those five days, all the sights, sounds, tastes, feelings... I could write a ten page essay easily. It almost feels like it was all a dream. Being in New York changed me. It's so strange what a strong effect that city can have on someone, even in such a short time. There is a quiet confidence arising within me. If I can make it there, I can make it anywhere. :)
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102nd floor of the Empire State Building. It really is lonely at at the top! |
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