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Personal Narrative Essay : My First Trip To New York City

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Arriving to the airport I initially felt very elated that I would be going to the city again however my mother was not feeling so hot. The first time that I travel to New York City I was only 15 and I had to save up for three years prior to my departure. New York City is like a drug that pulses through your veins when you get to experience it. I remember when I had to leave the city for the first time, it was the only thing that was on my mind for weeks. Then after that, all I ever did was crave the pulse and symphony that is NYC. I wanted to be gone so badly, I was ready and set and nothing could impede me from getting back to the place that I had missed so much. My mother was seeing me off and I recall her crying and calling me “independent”, which I should state, she instilled in me. With my first trip to the city I thought that it was sort of structured and I did most touristy thing. My cousin, who I now consider to be one of my best friend’s lives in Manhattan, she is the most delightful host! I knew that I wanted my second trip to have a sense of spontaneity, and I knew she would provide. I wanted to explore more, and meet people. When I arrived in New York I was feeling very anxious, I just wanted to be at my cousin’s apartment already. I went to baggage claim, then meandered to the taxi line, caught a cab and was on my way! My cousin has lived in the city for over six years, she has graciously allowed me into her world. She is one of, if not the most

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