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You never know what to expect when you take a trip through the city. There’s always something going on, year round. Every angle you turn to is a new adventure to unveil through your journey of travel. New York City is named “the city that never sleeps” for a reason. With all the commodities going on, how is it possible to be tired and fatigued?
I see the bright, orb-like sun shining down on me as I exit the 23rd street train station. Hectic is a great word to describe the exiting of the station. Pedestrians are always rushing to get on the train while others rush to exit to head to work and/or school. After I reach the ground level, an aroma of hazelnut passes by my nose. The breakfast stand adjacent from the station is packed with a line of commuters rushing to grab a bite to eat before their own adventures in the city.
I escape from the jungle of corporate workers ravaging for their morning dose of donuts and coffee. Although hungry from the delicious aroma from the breakfast cart, I continue journeying across the street and onto Washington Square Park.
A pathway is met as I enter the beautiful arena filled with trees, and beautiful scenery. Galloping towards me are the house pets that are in need of a morning walk. From big to petite, the dogs would walk vigorously through the park dragging their owners as exercise.

As the bright sky inverts into darkness, the arena’s appearance changes. The pets disappear, and the nocturnal come merging out from every point of view. During the day, the people are holding leashes, but at night, majority of them are holding hands and enjoying nightlife and the sky view. Not only is the delicious French fries and hamburger aroma fill the dark skies, but also the love of the people fill the air.
The entrance to the underground dungeon becomes vacant and hollow. Wind gushes towards my face as I take my steps down to the underground. The empty station which reminds me of the subway scene from “the matrix” keeps me in suspense. As I stand on the ledge of the platform, “WOOSH.” A train flies by with a gust of wind pushing me back as it comes to a stop to board the passengers.
The subway is filled with a diverse group of people all achieving the same goal; getting home. When I enter the subway car and look for a vacant seat, I notice a lot more variety in people. I never see the same person twice. Although we don’t know each other, we all do the same thing, and that is to sit away from the homeless. The scent of unwashed clothes and self smothers the semi-packed train car with people holding their noses in an incognito fashion.
Although I go through a uniform routine every morning, what I witness and encounter is always a mystery. Variety is one of the greater values we have in New York City. We are contained of a cornucopia of languages, skin color, culture, and style. We are considered “the city that never sleeps” for a reason; there’s just too much to look at and experience in one day to sleep.