City Life

I could live in New York City.

For one year.

And then I would probably flee. But I think that year would be an incredible experience. Hell, I had a wonderful time in the 2.5 days I spent there.

The city is amazing- the collection of people, skyscraper buildings, ethnic restaurants, dirty streets, boutique shopping stores- all of it sucks you in.

I felt like a hungry puppy walking the streets of NYC.

My eyes were wide open trying to take in all the different sites. I wanted to be sure I didn't miss anything, so I even tried not to blink.

I kept my ears perked to the different accents and languages around me. On an average day walking down a city block, you can hear up to 3 different languages. Spanish, French and Arabic (I leave out the obvious- English).

I even heightened my sense of smell, which, of course, in NYC is a very brave thing to do. I took my chances. I wanted the good, the bad and the ugly.

Sure, I did very touristy things like walking around Soho, Greenwich, Chinatown, Little Italy, Wall Street, Times Square, Central Park, Union Square, and 5th Avenue (yes, I did hit all of those places in 2.5 days). But it was all part of the plan.

I felt the city. I wasn't just an outsider there for a visit. I made myself feel like a native. I imagined myself taking the subway to work. Eating at all the different restaurants for lunch. And meeting up with friends at the hip and new local spots on the weekends. The potential in that city is exhilarating.

But like I said, the novelty would wear off in a year. But, it would be one hell of a year.