They say that New York City is the city of dreams, a place where you can be anything you want if you got the right ideas and enough guts to follow them, a place where good and evil stays gridlocked in battle while a lucky few roam the streets following an acute sense of wonder and adventure, a place where the dreamers and intellectuals live in perfect harmony.
In the March of 2007 I went on a trip to New York with my mother to see my aunt and cousin. I went in a state of puppy love and when the landing gear of that plane lifted, my heart stayed here with my girlfriend. We arrived in the surprisingly cold air of Newark and took a cab to my aunt’s house in New Jersey, and after a long game of catch up played between my mom and my aunt and a quick meal we settled where we would be sleeping and what we would be doing the next day. We awoke early in the morning to catch the bus into the city, and after a quick ride we finally arrived in the city. I stepped out of the bus station and breathed that New York air, no more than a smoke filled with the stench of people and their actions, but something about that haze of emotion and sight of sky scrapers jutting into what seemed like infinity lifted my heart. Everywhere we walked just kept reminding me of my girlfriend, I was in one of the moods where nothing was more beautiful than my memory of her and boy did I see some beautiful things, granted that out relationship was still fresh so this could be excused easily.
A couple of days into the trip we met up with my favorite cousin Vanessa (Vane’ for short), she had recently moved to New York to go to college there so she was almost as clueless of the city as we were. My mother decided to go about doing the clichÃ© things tourists do in that great city; go to all the museums, the empire state building, and the statue of liberty. So after a day of running around the whole city let’s just say I was more than glad to get back to my aunts apartment and talk with my girlfriend until I passed out. Unfortunately though that just so happened to be the same night my girlfriend decided to leave me for this druggy she was hot for, so I went to bed tired and heartbroken.
I awoke the next day feeling as insignificant as a speck of dust floating in that cold New Jersey air, we walked to the bus stop and the surrounding town looked grimier than ever, it was as though my vision was set to gloom and everything I saw withered before my very eyes. The whole bus ride was nothing more than me looking down at my shoes and the muffled voice of my mother trying to console me, and a sparkle caught my eye. I looked up and saw the marvelous wonder of New York City, saw the light and life it radiated and like a rock through a window my gloom vision was shattered. It was as if the city was telling me to get over it, that even though things were tough right now there wasn’t anything I could do but cry about it or enjoy myself. So I listened and opted to have a great time in the most amazing city in the world, a smile never leaving my face.
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