FRO 14 DTF

Born in one place and I’ve been raised in the same. I need to get out of here and experience something new. Although I can see my destination from where I live and I’ve visited several times, it’s not the same. Sitting on this rock looking across the river; I begin to imagine what it like is to be a New Yorker. Not to be held back by busses, tolls, or three miles of water. What does it feel like to wake up every morning in the city that never sleeps? (As corney as that sounds). A fairly large amount of people I talk to despise the city, whereas I can’t get enough. Four years ago I sat on that rock. Now I find myself in New York City where amazing things happen every day. It is a place where I can say that I truly belong. Today I’m back on this rock, yet again a spectator. Although majority of my time is spent in New York City, I am not a New Yorker, but a commuter. Every day I get a taste of being a New Yorker, but every evening it comes to an end. One day I’ll be there. I don’t know when, but all I know is that in four years I won’t be here on this rock anymore.