Looking up at the Chrysler Building |
I’m not exactly a fan of “the city”. And by “the city,” I don’t mean a specific
city; I mean cities that are really big and noisy and filled with really tall
buildings. I prefer my cities to be
slightly smaller. Or suburban.
Last week, I spent three and a half days in New York
City. This was really my first time
spending a significant amount of time in the heart of the Big Apple. To be honest, I wasn’t exactly looking
forward to it. It’s just so big and
noisy and crowded and there are all those really tall buildings. I was filled with anxious trepidation. And an overwhelming fear of getting swept
away and lost. Luckily, I was going with
two friends, one of whom really, really [hearts] New York City. And who knows how to cross the street like a
true city girl.
On my trip, I learned that New York City is many things.
It is extremes and in betweens.
It is hustle and bustle and moments of serene solitude.
It is skyscrapers and shrines.
It is food carts and ice cream trucks and the Russian Tea
Room.
It is bright lights and dark alleys.
It is Upper and Lower.
East Side and West Side.
Downtown. Midtown. Uptown.
It is the city that never sleeps. Except for that guy on the church steps.
It is past, and present, and future. All in one city block.
It is the citiest of cities.
And I survived it. With
a little help from my friends.
I [heart] NY might still be too strong of a sentiment for
me; however, I can honestly now say that I [fondly appreciate] NY.
I wonder if that’ll fit on a mug.
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