New York City. It means many things to a lot of people. To some it may mean business. To others it may mean college, or family. But to me, New York City meant falling in love. I fell completely and utterly in love with this city and it loved me right back. Flaws and all.
I fell in love with all of her sounds. The city is constantly alive and it truly is the city that never sleeps. The sirens. The taxi honks. The people on the streets yelling for those taxis. Or at them. The people making music on the streets and in the subways. The sound of the subway underneath your feet. I loved it all.
But the detail that made me fall head over heels for this charming city was Central Park. I could have sat/walked in there forever and been totally and completely content with my life. I’m so serious. I remember I was sitting on this special cut out area that had three benches and it had been made in 2001 – after 9/11. I could feel how special it was. And you had a view of this little pond where people would take row boats and love and kiss and share these special moments right in front of your eyes. I also had a view of a running path below me and I watched as the locals ran their way through Central Park. I had a moment of my own where I was realizing how beautiful this moment in my life was while it was happening and it made me tear up a little bit. I had waited so long to get here. Since I was 8 years old. And I knew my dad was up in heaven watching me live this dream and how amazing it felt to be living it. It was one of the best moments of my life.
If you ever get a chance to go to New York, please take it and go sit in Central Park. Breathe in the city. The sounds. All the different types of humans and cultures. It’s a trip I’ll never forget. And I can’t wait to go back.
This is how I fell in love with NYC.