About 3 months ago I went on a trip with my mother to the city that I want to live in when I graduate high school, New York City. I went on a bus trip with my mother and my godmother. For the whole 3 Ã‚½ hours to get there I just looked out the window at all of the country and open fields and knew that soon I’d be in a place that never sleeps.
I was so excited. I’m the kind of person who loves always having something to do, I hate being lazy, which is like a curse in my small town where there is never too much going on. Then, after what felt like forever I saw the NYC skyline.
What gorgeous site. Then as we came into the city I could barely control my excitement, the last time I’d been there was almost 5 years ago. As soon as I got out of the bus I was in a trance overwhelmed by the wonderful city that I had been waiting so long to be in.
The smell of soft pretzels, honey roasted peanuts, and a little bit of car exhaust. The sounds of people talking, in many different ways with various accents, pronunciations, and languages, cars beeping, and just the sounds of a busy city. But the best part was what I saw, tall building that seemed to touch the sky, people moving with a purpose knowing where they were going, fabulous shops with everything you can imagine, stands with fresh fruit, colors, lights, and excitement.
As the day went on it got even better. We took the clutter, narrow subway to Chinatown where it seemed the people were from all walks of life till we went to Little Italy and ate the best Italian food in a small, gold restaurant where you barely had enough room to sit. Then we went to New York University, my dream college.
I felt that I could just imagine my self going there, studying, learning, growing as a person, and just living a structured yet exciting life. Then we went to Times Square. It seemed that the colors, sounds, lights, pictures, stores, everything became even more vibrant and alive.
Everywhere you looked something exciting was going on. I just stood in a spot a looked around, it seemed that it would be impossible to take it all in. I felt like it wouldn’t matter how many times someone saw Times Square because it would look absolutely magical every single time.
We then had to go back to the bus. It was very sad to leave the city, even though I was there all day it seemed like there was so much that I hadn’t done. I only hope that one day I can go back to that gorgeous city and live there.
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