An Essay About The Experience In The City

Looking across the pastures and gently rolling hills of the farm, broken up into rectangles by barbed wire fences, I see dots of black where cows graze. Farther away in another pasture two spots of chestnut makeup horses, sleeping in the bright sun. Another horse, whose gleaming copper coat spotted with brown and white shines in the light, is slowly walking around his pasture looking for the perfect place to eat. I take a deep breath of rich air and smell the earthy scent of dirt, manure, and animals. Tall, green grass gently dances in the warm breeze. Birds flit across the sky, landing in the branches of large oak trees and a white cat creeps through the fescue, searching for her afternoon snack.

As I lay in bed on a fall evening, an open window lets in a cool breeze accompanied with sounds of crickets and a faint train horn blare. As I peer out into the dark night sky I see an ebony sky glittered with stars. A sense of calm washes over me and I know I’m right where I’m meant to be! It’s a small town, Galt, with a population under 23,000. I didn’t grow up here, but it’s where I’ve lived for the past ten years, and it’s where I’ve chosen to raise my children. The town is a combination of city and farm living. Children from the same school either take a long bus ride through the desolate and diminishing backroads every morning, or a short walk through the peaceful and charming subdivisions to reach their destination. There is a mixture

Living in America is a fantasy for a lot of people, but living in New York City is something even better, and more magical than any fantasy.

A few white-tailed deer bounded this way and that, while birds sang overhead. It was truly beautiful, but not as beautiful as the view that awaited us down the road. Just a few minutes down that path, right before it trailed back into the forest, I could literally see for miles. What lie before me were the fields of coffee on the sides of the mountain. Behind this were neighborhoods of cream stucco with their brick-red ceramic or bright, tin roofs. The cityscape was unlike any I had seen; instead of rising up, like they do in America, it sprawled out organically. The city mingled with the greenery in such a way that the homes seemed as if they belonged there. I was struck by how different the landscape of this beautiful country was compared to back

Every time I hear this song it makes me long to leave all of my responsibilities and head off to the city of dreams. A trip to New York has been a dream of mine since I was a little girl. I have always wanted to visit the place of tall buildings, history, and where culture is intertwined with its people. I have wanted to live the fast pace life of a New Yorker, where I could stand outside and see, smell, and taste all of the experiences that this city has to offer. I have been building and building this ideal image in my mind for so long. If I ever get to New York, will I be disappointed by the city that never sleeps? The city that is a part of almost every movie I watch. Can New York live up to the expectations I have

Throughout the novel A Tale of Two Cities, Charles Dickens constantly uses examples of violence and cruelty to show why the French peasants revolted against the aristocracy and to describe the revolt. During the extant of the peasant’s lives before the rebellion they were treated so brutally by the aristocrats. The wealthy people took great advantage of their power and the poor people. When the peasants rebelled they responded with violence and brutality from the hatred of their hearts.

It was a warm, fall afternoon in the peaceful state of Illinois. On my grandparent’s farm, I explored the land as much as I could. The various trails and wooded acres led me to creeks, caves, and historical tunnels. I would drive the four-wheeler to venture out into the landscape. The brisk wind rushes past my cheeks and the smell of birch wood and damp grass would smother nostrils.

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness… it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing behind us…”

There is no better place to grow up than in Staten Island, New York.Staten Island is a little town with a big heart. The people are great and the neighborhoods are beautiful. The best part is that it is connected to the Big Apple.

Urban America is growing at an enormous rate with the continuous influx of people leaving the big cities and moving into the suburbs. Oklahoma City is one of the cities which realized they were not pedestrian friendly and with Mayor Mick Cornett help was able to revitalize the city into a more pedestrian friendly city. This in turn brought more people and business into the city Cornett, M. (2013). Whether you live in the city or a community, the United States is attempting to become a healthier place to live, which means a more pedestrian friendly way of life. Sidewalks are important for neighborhood’s and community’s, they help connect us with our neighbors, the ability to travel in a safe environment throughout the community in a safe way,

As someone walks over the grates in the sidewalk, they can feel the wind rush up from the subway cars flying through the tunnels. While they continue walking down the street and looking at all the different people that they pass, they can smell the hotdogs being cooked in the food truck. In the distance, they hear a siren weaving through the congested narrow streets of this busy city. New York City is a one of a kind type of place. It is the only place in the world where so many different cultures and backgrounds are all in one place. Along with the multitudes of different types of people and cultures, New York City truly is the city that never sleeps. The city that never sleeps, New York City, is full sights, sounds, tastes, smells, and feels.

The potent stench of the chicken coop made it hard to breathe, and the sticky air had done me over, but never in a million years would I have guessed those two things would have changed my life forever. “Hank come on, I don’t want to do this anymore,” I whimpered. Hank was my little brother, and we were cleaning out our chicken coop with my dad and our hired guy, Matt. Hank followed me out because he listened to everything that I said when I was five and when he was three. The fresh air felt like such a relief, I could finally breathe. My family lives on a farm with nine thousand pigs, thirty head of cattle, chickens, cats, and dogs. On the farm, there’s a lot of equipment, and I don’t know what most of it is. Hank and I decided to walk over

New York City, or what I’ve called “the city” my entire life, is truly the metropolis of the world--it really is “the city.” Sitting in bumper to bumper traffic driving across the George Washington Bridge, I look to my right and see the skyscrapers that seem to be rising daily like weeds, and I appreciate all that New York City is. From Central Park and Madison Square Garden to the various food markets downtown and the eclectic food carts littered throughout the city, New York City offers anything to anyone--you just have to look.

New York City. One of the greatest states. And full of tourist! Whenever tourists come to New York City, there is a checklist of place to see and visit. There is the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State building, Central Park, and, of course, Time Square. Time Square is the center of everything touristy. It is full of shopping, food, lights, and Broadway plays. Almost anyone who comes to visits always goes there. Take it from a girl who use to be a tourist herself. Whenever I was visiting New York City, my family and I would never miss Time Square. We would always make our way there and especially at night when the lights are shining. Time Square really is the enhances New York’s Motto as the city that never sleeps. However, Time Square did not start out as the center of tourism. It has a whole history behind it and how it became the attraction it became!

          The city I propose as a perfect city, would be as close to an ecocity as possible, although have some differences. For example, for electrical needs, I would suggest the city have a solar power plant, but on those desperate times, energy would be bought from other electrical plants from nearby towns or states.