Descriptive Essay About Seeing The World

The diversity of thought among people from all corners of Earth breeds an air of excitement and curiosity. Flying ignites a passion to explore new places and meet new people. I love Lincoln, Nebraska, but I love the exhilaration of new experiences that come with traveling.The unique food, culture, and architecture at every unique location taunt me, calling for me to abandon my home in search of fulfillment elsewhere. Exposure to the cosmopolitan atmosphere of Los Angeles is a breath of fresh air from the monotony of Nebraskan life. Touching down in New York City at the end of a long flight is only the start of a new journey into a melting pot laced with opportunity for those who seek it. The idea of building my own path in a hub of diversity and opportunity is beyond appealing. Traveling to new places with varying demographics and cultures spoils the explorer within me who craves interaction outside of the incubator I call

New York City is the place that I want to visit, revisit, and visit again. Out there on the streets, I feel free. When coming from Atlanta to New York City thirty thousand feet in the air, which is grimy but comfortable, it is an experience unlike I have ever felt before. Crossing over the Hudson River and coming into the packed full station is reminiscent of having some kind of travel machine bringing you from earth to space in a flash. When I visited, I felt I could do anything and everything in the cities' grips. Living in America is a fantastic privilege; living in New York City is something even better. As you stagger up those stairs to the city streets and you capture that first breath of city air, you declare to yourself, this is Freedom!

Life washes over those who expect it the least. One moment I was playing with the innocence of time, then life came crashing in and destroyed everything. With water-soaked clothes and tear-streaked cheeks, I returned home with the knowledge that life has no mercy. Life is not fair. Only the sweet sting of reality to my beaten down ego was my companion.

I look outside the car window and see the colorless, grey sky and white clouds fly on by. Next to me is one of my best friends, Natalie, and my dad sitting in the front seat humming to a song. “This is going to be such a fun day.” I thought with a grin across my face. As we pull up to the drop off area, you can see the enormous and neon roller coasters rolling by. People of all ages scream at the top of their lungs as they go through flips, loops and drops. “This looks super safe,” I thought in my head. My dad reminds us to be safe and to drink tons of water. He drops Natalie and me off, quickly getting to the gate with a big sign reading, “Six Flags Magic Mountain”.

Jamaica. A country roaring with culture and beauty, just as I had imagined. Water as clear as glass and a jungle that touched the sky. Locals singing and dancing everywhere I looked. In awe of my surroundings I stood, not knowing that the next turn I’d make would shatter the perfect image I’d built, and change my perspective completely.

A cool breeze blew across my face as I lie on the the white leather seats of my family's new boat. The water sloshes around rocking me back and forth ever so gently. I turn my head away from the gleaming sun straight above as it starts to sting my eyes. My furry black labrador retriever comes up and puts her nose right next to my face so I can feel her breath. I reach out and touch her velvety ears as she begins to lay down hoping for a belly rub. I hear my sisters laugh as her and her friend jump into the deep blue lake making drops of water spray up which lightly land on my skin. I sit up and rest my chin on the top of the seat and peer down into the water watching them swim about.

Texas in the summer is blistering hot. Even in the morning at 10:07 a.m., there is heat foretelling the weather for the rest of the day: hot, hot, and more hot. Thankfully, Mother Nature is not completely unsympathetic; she provides a nice breeze, but it is never constant. However, it is welcome nonetheless. So here I sit, on an uncomfortable bench in front of the local HEB on a Saturday morning. There are no grand events, it seems a typical morning for the small town of Gatesville. I chose this places because my mother had some biweekly grocery shopping to do, and I thought it was the perfect place to observe the general public.

I raced through the city; my heart was beating faster and faster with every stride. The air coursed through my brindle-colored coat. With me is my closest companion, my sister, Mabel. She only came along because I told her there would be birds she could chase. But the real reason I wanted to go was to explore the city in which I was born.

There is one place that overrules all the others. Only three hours away in Elk County lies my relaxing escape quarter. When I step foot into the old fashioned cabin, all of my troubles go away. I love that it resembles a completely different world. The whirling of the wind, the brightness of the stars, and the fragrance of the fresh air are just a few of my favorite things about spending time at my favorite place. The atmosphere of Elk County contains an incredibly tranquilizing sense. A lonely cabin placed in the middle of nowhere with no cell phone service and rarely any other people. However, if there are other people, we all share the same goal, to relax. The camp itself occupies the top of a popular mountain in Elk County called Winslow Hill. This hill belongs to a portion of the county that houses hundreds of camps, visitors, and the Elk County Visitor Center. This is an easily accessible area where elk can conveniently be seen. The cares of the world come off my shoulders when I step into Elk County.

WHooOooOsshhH. The sound of the tree branches hitting the top of the big Jeep, and everyone ducking their heads down to avoid getting whacked by the branches. As I look up into the big tall trees that loom over us, a shiver runs down my spine as I slowly realize what I got myself into. Twenty minutes ago, I had jumped up and yelled that I wanted to go with friends to the big bat cave while we were all sitting around a dying fire from the night before, eating some pop tarts at our big brown cabin in Camp Lakewood. My dad said it was fine but my sister, Julia, had to come along because he was staying back to cook or do some other dad thing. I looked around at the big trees and green spring leaves, the cool breeze whispers in my ear. All of a sudden, I hop back into reality by the huge THUD sound the blue Jeep makes.

It was our second day in Montana, and I was so excited to be going on a beautiful hike with my family. The roundtrip was about five miles there and back, and it is one of the most highly rated and enjoyed hikes in Northern Montana. We figured there would be lots of other travelers, and the first part was crowded with people. But as intensity increased, the number of people decreased. We trekked up the steep incline on the first mountain, to the point where we were able to see into the valley far below us and the sky on the other side. In an instant, the warm and sunny Montana day turned windy and cool.

When living on campus choosing where to eat is tough. Choosing somewhere to impress a date is even harder. Living on North Campus has its perks; there is beautiful scenery, the building is older and full of history, plus you are close to a lot of classes and the student union. However, for those on North campus who don’t have a car and don’t plan on taking dates on buses, there are few options. One of those options is the 1899 Bar and Grill.

Bleep! Bleep! Bleep! My eyes snap open and for a split second my surroundings confuse me. It’s not long though until I recognize just where I am. The Clarion Hotel in Brown County, Indiana. Someone across the room pounds the wailing alarm clock until all you can here is the air vents tranquil humming (personification). Eventually Captain comes around and raps on the door until we heave ourselves out of bed. It’s so early in the morning, everything around us was a blur of movement as we piled onto the bus, each of us covered in heavy layers over our crimson cross country uniforms. Most of the team crams into the back with earbuds stuffed into their ears to block out the noise, but not me. I’m up towards the front decked out in baggy grey sweatpants that practically swallowed my torso and three layers of shirts to block out the frigid morning air. No one can tell if I’m warm or not though, because all I can do is bounce my leg up and down and up and down. I’m sure if Captain didn’t have the heat blasting I would have driven anyone in earshot absolutely nuts. Can you really blame me though? Me, this tiny little freshman, getting to run with the big dogs. I could run the whole way there and back I’m so excited!(hyperbole)

It was a hot, sunny day in fort worth, we were both tired because of the exhausting day of classes we had just finished, when we finally got the opportunity to go have lunch outside of the BLUU for the first time. We wanted something different to get out of the routine, something that would restore energy back to our bodies in order to continue our day. We were deciding which place to visit, but the choice was very hard since we both had heard from many restaurants before. Our enthusiasm diminished when we realized we were low on budget, but we refused to spend another lunch at the BLUU. We took our phones out and decided to call some friends and gather some opinions on where would be the perfect place to go.

I never knew the moment I would step into that elevator, that my once boring morning would flip upside down. I stepped out of my hotel room, purse in hand and ready to take on the day. I walked down the hall into a small section where two elevators were located. I patiently waited for one of the elevator doors to open, and I noticed a woman standing next to me. Her attire consisted of a fancy blouse, and a skin tight skirt. I turned my head away before I could get caught staring, and at that moment the elevator door opened. We both stepped in and I pressed the first floor button then looked over at the lady to see if she needed to go somewhere different. She gave me a slight nod, indicating she was going to the same place I was. As the elevator door started closing, a girl quickly blocks the door from closing with her hand.