My Favorite City

When I first came to New York, it was a completely different world to me. It was the first time I was away from my family and my loved ones, and I haven’t noticed that it would be such a long journey until I landed to NYC after a 10 hour flight. At first it was very scary, and as a shy person, it was difficult for me to adapt to this new environment.

The ideal opportunity came along in my seventh-grade history class when I received a project to write about what I admire about New York City. I was a citizen here but I was no different from a tourist. I made it my purpose to see the “city that never sleeps.” I had a

Traveling between the Bronx and Manhattan has allowed me to see that even though they are so close in distance, everyone is yet so far. Being raised in the Bronx has allowed me to gain a sense of home and recognition, but also how stereotypes are meant to deceive us. The Bronx is labeled as a dangerous place, where violence occurs, but people neglect the beauty and happiness that surrounds it too. Meanwhile, when people think of Manhattan, they see it as the heart of New York where everyone is living their dreams. When in reality, the “heart” of New York is much more distant from itself, and that is not just because it is on an island.

New York is a place with a diversity and plenty of room to grow in any direction you choose. New York City is a place of many opportunities. It gives me a feeling that I can accomplish anything I set out to do.

Ever since I was a little girl, New York City always seemed like a place that was magical. My family’s TV on Thanksgiving was always broadcasting the enormous balloons, extravagant floats, and millions of people lining the streets of the city for the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade. Freshman year, excited squeals and giggles erupted from my brother and I after our parents told us that we would be visiting New York City for the first time to witness the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. After several months of waiting and lots of turbulence, our plane hit the landing with a thunk at Laguardia airport and reality set in: we were in the city. Walking out of the airport was absolutely surreal. The sights, sounds, and smells surrounded my family and

New York City, the shining icon of the American dream and the mixing pot of cultures, was but a name I knew when I was young. Nine years ago, I finally set foot on the fabled city when my family immigrated to the United States. The gigantic airport, JFK International, spanned for miles and its terminals stood proudly over the jumbo jets below. That night, nausea from the plane’s descension and the entropic movements of my aunt’s Jeep prevented me from seeing the outside world. I rested my head on my mom’s lap while still imaging what the city was like.

Walking through New York City is wonderful. Manhattan is filled with skyscrapers, bright lights, shops, restaurants and tons people. There are millions of things to do. I could only imagine, with all the excitement that goes on and the crowds of people everywhere, the city would be the worst place to be elderly or disabled and very difficult to maneuver. However despite being blind and deaf Helen Keller manages to give a depth description of the city and her experience there. New York City has a vibe that attracts million.

Although I have very few experiences of New York, what captivates me the most to the Empire State is the memory of my parents challenges in the city. As young newly wedded immigrants without a degree, it was tough settling in the big apple. Nonetheless, my parents worked hard to achieve the American dream. However, their American dream ended in the U.S. after they received their education. They decided to work overseas, and it was a decision that affected my life greatly. I grew up in many urban areas like New York with plenty of diversity to offer, but living as a foreigner enhanced the experience.

Living in New York definitely takes a toll on the common man. Symptoms resulting from the aforementioned condition include a nasty attitude, fast paced walking and defeated eardrums. Personally, I empathize with those three characteristics and then some. However, living in New York does have its beneficial side effects. As a direct result of New York’s exotic diversity, monstrous crowds and wondrous landmarks, I’ve transformed into an open-minded, stronger and observant individual.

One aspect that makes New York City exciting to me is the diversity of the people. I came to the United States as an immigrant and residing in New York City makes me feel as if I was home. I believe that’s how many immigrants feel when they move to New York City. The reason for the comfort is the fact that there are people just like them, in culture and in similar situations. As more immigrants reside in New York City, there is a greater mix of people that allows diversity to occur. When I lived in Chinatown, everyone spoke chinese which made me feel at home. However, when I moved to Brooklyn, an avenue down from where I live was full of Hispanics. I was different but I learn to appreciate other cultures by

This may sound cliche and ordinary, but it is one hundred percent true; as a young boy, one of my biggest dreams has always been to attend NYU. NYU is in the heart and soul of New York, Manhattan, where the culture is different and environment is uniquely filled with: intellectual, cultural, and unbelievable first time experiences. Growing up, I have lived in one of the most indistinguishable neighborhoods in one of the most diverse boroughs in New York; Flushing, Queens, home of the bizarre and unusual. Although I have lived in New York my entire life, I have never actually experienced the city life. I have always been a suburban type of kid, and I believe it is finally time for a change. It is time to experience the ethnic diversity that

As I walked out of the airport into new territory, I could immediately feel the change in atmosphere. The air once chilled from morning dew, had turned into radiating heat from the cement and metal structures in the evening sun. As I looked out in my jeans and tee-shirt, I felt out of place. I was surrounded by the 8.55 million people who populate New York City. Each person with their own style and demeanour. As I walked down streets in search of the correct subway stop with my church group, everyone could tell that we were tourists. We were lugging our impossibly heavy suitcases through the streets, down the unforgiving stairs, and onto the crowded subway. After walking up and down what felt like hundreds of steps and changed subway trains

The sounds of the city penetrated the walls of the cab as we drove through the streets of Manhattan. I could hardly wait to partake in the action that was happening outside. The buildings themselves were an amazing site to behold. The buildings took on personalities of their own. Each building was bigger and more graceful than the next. When lights were added to the mix it was a dazzling combination. The city itself felt like a great big hug, and I felt overwhelmed by its power. The city allowed me to become part of it just like many others many years ago who immigrated to this awesome city. As I was looking out of the cab I finally got to see in person the sight of all sights; Times Square. The main juncture of

When we arrived in New York City, a nice man with a black car took us to our hotel.. We checked in our hotel and set off in the beautiful city of New York. When we took our first walk along Times Square, a strong odor of sewage and street food hit our noses. New York will always have that special

Ever since I can remember I have had a fascination with New York City, partly because the way that the movies have portrayed it as being almost magical and full of endless possibilities way but mostly because I love large cities. Although I live near Glasgow which could be considered to be a large city I don’t think it has the same allure as NYC. The architecture is so different and I think that what makes New York so special. Endless rows of skyscrapers that send shadows flowing