Lately, I’ve acquired a love/hate relationship with New York. I’ve been living in Brooklyn since I was five and after attending high school in the city, and now college, I’ve developed a serious case of wanderlust. It may be that I’m tired of living in Brooklyn, because I do love the city, regardless of how much time I spend there.
There are a few specific times when I love NYC beyond belief. First, during springtime. I could spend the entire day laying around Central Park, (which is what my high school years consisted of) and feel completely at ease. Whatever stress I may be going through, which is more than common for me, seems to just disappear into the slightly breezy, sunlit days of spring in New York. Also, as cliche as it is, I do love Times Square and Columbus Circle, especially at night. While there’s nothing to really do there, simply walking around on a winter night is one of the best feelings. It seems like although everyone is busy and rushing past you, not paying much attention, you still are a part of this amazing, fast paced environment, even while casually strolling through the street.
I think that in a city like this one, you just have to find the bright side and embrace the positive energy your surroundings have to offer rather than focusing on the negatives. As I mentioned in my response paper, MY New York is a mixture between Jacobs’ & Dickens’ account. I appreciate the beauty, energy, and people it has to offer while sometimes growing tired of the same old thing and the frantic atmosphere around me.
After traveling to various states, I’ve definitely learned to appreciate culture of my city. It still amazes me how many different people I can befriend here, starting from Baruch itself. I’m a bit different from the average New Yorker; I’m so open to meeting new people and experiencing new things that NYC seems like the perfect place for me, no matter how much I try to deny it.