The first time I was in New York, I felt a thrill. As my body stepped into the concrete, loosely broken in sidewalk, I felt an excitement, a swoosh. My forehead wrinkled into a smile. And I forgot about the sweat dripping down my face as I stood aloof the cold concrete, luggage in hand.
I was here.
And I was ready to seize the moment.
Those three days passed by within a blink of an eye. But all I heard and felt was New York's beat, the thumping that moves your body and soul forward.
It didn't matter that I was only a barely twenty-something college student. It didn't matter that I had hardly any real means to live there. But as I rode the plane ride home back to the farmlands and strip malls that I had always called home, I knew there was something big waiting for me.
Although, it seems silly to idealize any city and all places have their own problems and dilemmas, New York spilled forth puddles of jazz and vitality.
It is New York that I will one day call home.
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