When people leave their city and go visit another city, they often tell me that they miss being home. That they miss the city, or the people or just the environment. When I went up to Boston over Spring break, that was the last thing on my mind. Finally getting out of New York in such a long time was what I was dreaming about. To leave New York and go explore some place new. Of course it was unusual, different, weird and not very comfortable knowing that, well, I don’t know what anything or where anything is, but that was what I was craving. Even though Boston was only 4 hours away, it had a completely different system, starting with the public transportation. Instead of swiping their what is known to “charlie cards,” instead of metro cards, they simply tap the card on the machine. How simple. And their “t,” which we call subway, is only 4-5 carts long and runs on streets. Well that was the main different I saw during my visit. And I couldn’t stop wondering why NYC couldn’t have “charlie cards.”
There was another street, which I forgot the name of despite the number of time my friend told me, similar to “little Italy.” It was so adorable. The stores were in little house construction. And well, everything was different. Things were cleaner, neater, nicer, slower. It was just nice to get away from New York. Well, especially the chaotic streets of New York. Actually, no. People need to walk faster there too. And seeing cars actually wait for you to cross the street was a nice change. However overall, being away from New York made me feel more of a New Yorker. Everything I said or did in a way caught the attention of Bonston-ians? I was different. Because New York is different.