So I've seen the "Big Apple" - rather we blundered our way through it. My guide was as lost as I was, but the introspection may have been what I needed.
It's fast-paced and frightening in its emphasized urgency. It's as if everyone is driven toward a purpose - but the results aren't apparent.
People don't talk, but they're friendlier than I expected. People will smile if you smile at them - but in a city where it's expected to be aloof, smiles are hard to come by. You miss out on a lot of what life could be by rushing through it. I learned a lot about my own life, and how maybe I should take time to slow down. I know I'm not a city girl, and I know I'll never pretend to be one.
The lights are beautiful, but you can't see the stars. The streets are dirty, the homeless are miserable, and the public is ambivilant. Is this an example of the American Dream?
I know my trip could have been more, but I learned to listen and examine my thoughts on the unrecognizeable world around me.
There's a lot to be heard in the silence, is just took the bustle of the city for me to listen.
I wish I had mmore time, and I wish I hadn't supressed my blatant desire to be a tourist. I would have liked to have seen the city rather than rush through it and pretend it didn't exist for the sake of "fitting in"
I learned the journey's as important as the destination. Punctuality's optional.