New York City

    This past summer, I visited my boyfriend who lives in New Jersey. He resides in a town only about a 20 minute train ride to New York City, so one day we decided to venture out into the Big Apple. It was my first time going to the city since I was a little girl, probably about four years old. I had obviously seen the city in many movies, TV shows, etc...but they didn't prepare me for what I was about to see. Literally, for the first half hour we were there, I don't think I said one word I was so in awe of everything. I had never seen so many different people, all dressed so uniquely and doing..well, sometimes strange things.
       My favorite place we went to was Central Park, mostly because it didn't seem as crowded because it was so big. My boyfriend and I were able to find a quiet spot on the grass under a tree and look at all of the picture we had taken that day. It was also just a great place to people watch, which was actually really fun. Children were laughing, there were couples strolling hand in hand, both old and young alike. Then, there were the more obnoxious folk with that New York accent I know all too well. My dad is from Yonkers and moved to Rhode Island when he was 15 but never quite lost the accent. There were some people yelling at each other, and some just talked very, very ,VERY loudly.
       But what I liked to look at most were the people who weren't so much talking..but just living. There was a man in very colorful clothing practicing his handstands and juggling. Sure, it seemed silly to me..but you know what, he seemed happy. If all it takes to make the man happy is some handstands and balls to juggle then God bless him. On my trip to NY, I saw a lot of people who "didn't have the time of day" or were too busy to smile..but this man, no, he had it right. Life goes by too quickly, and it's the small things in life that matter the most. I felt like everyone should be a little bit more like the man I saw in Central Park and just..live. Do what you love, because in the end your possessions and materialistic items die with you but what lives on are your art and ideas.