Have you ever seen that strange kid standing in the middle of a huge crowd just totally mesmerized by his surroundings? Well that kid was me as I stood in the middle of Times Square in New York City, New York.
I had been anxiously awaiting my trip to New York for eleven long months. Every mile stone brought me closer, like when we booked our United Airlines flight, our Weston Hotel (which was smack dab in the middle of Times Square!), and purchasing tickets to things such as the 9/11 memorial and the Empire State Building. You see, New York City is my dream, I want to live in it, thrive in it, and became one of those many people who make up the beautiful melting pot.
I did everything in the city. I experienced the breath taking view atop the Empire State Building, felt the ultimate surge of American pride at the Statue of Liberty, remembered all the unnecessary loss of life at the 9/11 memorial, dipped into theater on Broadway, saw myself lit up by all the bright lights of Times Square, and attended open house at my hopefully future college.
New York isn’t just a city of people; it’s a city of dreams, a symbol of the glamorous life, and a place where your hopes and dreams morph into opportunities and realities. To get a real sense of the American life and image, visiting New York will not only give you hope, but pride in being American… because New York City is where the American Dream is apart of your everyday life.
Visiting New York only enhanced my motivation into someday returning to the city. My mom even stopped worrying so much when she saw New York isn’t as unsafe as some people believe and dad began bragging to all his friends that his son wanted to go to college clear across the country.
When it came time to return to La Guardia airport and fly away I couldn’t shake the depression that had fallen over me. The only thing that stopped me from turning around was that I knew I would be back in just a year. Leaving New York City, I felt revived, motivated, and totally proud to be an American.