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I could be a New Yorker.
This past weekend in the city was like a preview of what life could be. There is so much activity and things to see out here that it is hard to take it all in, the lights and sounds are an assault on your senses. And today it has all been blurred in gray sky and pouring rain.
I am starting to grow quite found of my stay here, window with a view of the most famous city skyline in the world. Out my window I am comforted by the sight of the Empire State Building when I go to sleep and am again greeted by the monolith upon waking the next morning.
The smell of the subway and the bustle of the sidewalks, filled with throngs of people was isolating at first, but now endearing. The first day in the city we visited Central Park, taking a carriage ride and then walking a loop through the park. The sun was shining and warm, people were everywhere enjoying the weather - biking, running, sitting, talking and I felt like I was a spying outsider.
Later when we went downtown and visited the World Trade Center memorial - a museum across the street from the tragic site I felt empty. There were so many emotions brimming inside of me when I entered the museum and I was nearly overcome, but as soon as we took the tour I felt so sad and empty.
The next day, however I felt okay. Walking through the city I felt at peace. I felt at home on the rocking subway car; I felt confident rushing down the sidewalk like all the rest.
At the Statue of Liberty I felt happy and inspired.
Then today, It rained.
This past weekend in the city was like a preview of what life could be. There is so much activity and things to see out here that it is hard to take it all in, the lights and sounds are an assault on your senses. And today it has all been blurred in gray sky and pouring rain.
I am starting to grow quite found of my stay here, window with a view of the most famous city skyline in the world. Out my window I am comforted by the sight of the Empire State Building when I go to sleep and am again greeted by the monolith upon waking the next morning.
The smell of the subway and the bustle of the sidewalks, filled with throngs of people was isolating at first, but now endearing. The first day in the city we visited Central Park, taking a carriage ride and then walking a loop through the park. The sun was shining and warm, people were everywhere enjoying the weather - biking, running, sitting, talking and I felt like I was a spying outsider.
Later when we went downtown and visited the World Trade Center memorial - a museum across the street from the tragic site I felt empty. There were so many emotions brimming inside of me when I entered the museum and I was nearly overcome, but as soon as we took the tour I felt so sad and empty.
The next day, however I felt okay. Walking through the city I felt at peace. I felt at home on the rocking subway car; I felt confident rushing down the sidewalk like all the rest.
At the Statue of Liberty I felt happy and inspired.
Then today, It rained.