Personal Narrative-New York City

Looking around in awe, I gaze around Central Park.. The sky is a clear, brilliant blue, with the exception of the occasional cloud passing by. The abundance of green is easy on the eyes, after spending the past couple days in a maze of metal and glass. As I walk down the paved path, I spot a pit bull mix trotting by, pink tongue peeking out.

As we continued to walk through the streets, the smell of crunchy peanuts, salted pretzels and greasy hotdogs filled up the air and made my mouth water. The smell was so appealing that it tempted me to stop and try some. My sister and I waited in the long crowded line for the world famous hotdogs. I looked around the city while then and tried to observe everything around me. I saw people scurrying to grab a taxi, talking on the phone, or even listening to their stereos around their shoulders and it seemed as if they were all lost in their own worlds. Most of the men were all dressed up in their bright black, Louis vitton suits with briefcases in their right arms and iphone 5’s on the other, while the women were walking in high black stiletto heels, and you could even hear their shoes striking the ground one after the other from miles away. The enormous sky-scrapers around me covered the blanket of grey clouds above us. The flat iron, empire state building and so many more world

Ten, twenty, thirty minutes… I don’t know, I’d dozed off at some point and I couldn't say for certain. Not that it mattered, while I’d been out the landscape of the city had changed, and as I woke up we were at the end of a transition from tall, multi-level glass-faced office buildings, to lower and more squat buildings mostly made up of concrete and metal. The beauty of the city was still there, trees lined the and vibrant planters ran on either side of the road and we passed the occasional cleaning robot keeping the area litter free, but there were fewer pedestrians about and more trucks or cargo vehicles rather than passenger types.

Her hands danced in the air; her eyes were glued to the unforgettable view that surrounded us. She looked at me and threw my hands in the air with hers. I grew the courage my sister always had and looked down. I was in the clouds; I was on top of the city. Millions of ants danced on the floor beneath me. Skyscrapers and streets, smothered in traffic, formed a board game in my mind. The breathtaking view from atop the clouds formed a Van Gough canvas. My blood shot into every crevice of my body. The harsh wind made my eyes drier than a desert. As my brain plunged in and out of my skull, I realized the meaning of life’s adventures. Soon I began to feel a line of water descend from my cheek.

For several years, my job required that I travel to New York City once a month. My perception of the people living in the city after a few trips was that they were extremely rude. Over time, however, I learned that this was not a fair assessment on my part.

As I watched my house crumbled into a million pieces, my legs started to quiver to the point where I could no longer stand on my own two feet. Everything… everything I’d ever loved was inside: my diary, my family photos, my childhood memories. I couldn’t take the pain any more so I began to thrash around the frozen, forlorn floor like a fish on a hook. As my pupils rolled back, flashbacks rolled in. The picture of a child lying in bed while her parents read her a bedtime story replayed in my mind. Images of a primary school girl showing her parents the pictures she drew of them, as a family, wouldn’t fade away. All those memories…now gone. Forever.

As the weather in the Mile High City grew worse, I was in a mood...but not the mood you would be if you won the lottery. It was perhaps a mood you would be in if you lost a championship game.I was moving...AGAIN! This was NOT exciting. I had to move from one side of America to the other side and back again.I had to move from New Jersey to Colorado and I was not happy. Obviously,I am not happy now!I had to lose all my friends, it was tragic. I didn’t want to pack everything again and go to the other side of America..Virginia Beach. This was so frustrating! I had to leave all my friends and teachers who encouraged me to do many things.It was also hard for my brother who had say good bye to his best friend and meet new friends.But,at the same

I have been on many vacations in my lifetime, but one just stands out more than any other. This summer I had the privilege to go to New York City with my parents and a friend. New York City is like no other place I have ever been before. It has such a different culture than the little town of Fulton, Ms, I was able to take part in new things that I have never experienced before, and my favorite thing was to learn about New York City’s rich history and visit the memorials there.

Being from a town where there are no skyscrapers and a growing community, I had never experienced the real feeling of being in an actual crowded city. This city is like none I’ve ever been in, I had been in Miami, Atlanta, and Charlotte but those cities were nothing like the city I was about to visit. In October of 2016 my older brother ran into a medical problem causing us to have to visit a doctor that was located hundreds of miles away. From then on we had to travel to Teaneck, NJ, but minutes away from that town was the largest city in the United States which was New York City. I had seen movies, television shows, and news about New York, but I really did not believe there could be a place so full of life, so I was finally getting the chance

Coming up as a child I never moved from place to place. Other children that I went to elementary with moved from all around the globe. I use to feel so jealous, some of my friends back then could speak all different languages or show post cards from where they may have been. I never knew how this would have an influence on me until now.

This could not be happening. I kept on thinking that I was paranoid, that I was just imagining it, but the longer I searched the more I realized that this was a reality. I was nine years old, and my parents were away for the weekend, on some trip that I can not remember. In lieu of a babysitter, my grandmother, grandma Hetzel, had come from her city home to watch my brother and me. That is what she was supposed to be doing, at least. In the two minutes I had gone on a bike ride around our small cul de sac, my grandmother had disappeared into ruin air.

Outside the window, snow drizzled lightly. “Goodmorning, honey,” my sleepy husband’s glazed eyes looked at me melodically as he spoke. I replied, “Goodmorning, love.” It was time to begin my day. I shuffled up the cold stairs to go wake my precious babies- Ellie, Brock, and Marsy. We all got dressed in our warm winter clothes and headed out the door. The New York air and fresh breeze of Christmas rolled into our home as my little six year old Brock shut the door behind us.

Every inch of my world today is desaturated, similar to my life. Yet, as I stand at the edge of this chrome city, I envision hope. The spotless sidewalk, maintained with precision, is a promise of having finer things. Each window’s reflection and bright shining streetlight are a ray of hope. The thought of everything sends a thrill up and down my limber spine. It is the adrenaline I will wield as a catalyst to change this desolate world.

The feeling of my breakfast attempting to escape out of my stomach, combined with an earthquake like turbulence, made me more than ready to leave my plane. It was ten o’clock and I couldn’t wait any longer to begin a new adventure. Seven months had passed since my mother announced that she had planned for us to take a trip to one of the most iconic cities in America. We had researched practically every single tourist attraction that New York City could provide. After weeks of arguing, we booked a trip with a tour guide who would take us all around New York in a day. My mother stated our group would be taking a trip to Queens, Manhattan, and to the Statue of Liberty. We finally landed and it was time to explore and see what the “Big Apple” had to offer.

As we drove on, I slipped in and out of drowsy consciousness. I dreamed about the tons of activities that I desired to do over the planned month in Paris. "Wake up sweetheart", murmured my mom, "we 're home". I slowly opened my eyes, and mindlessly took some of the five suitcases up to the flat along with my mom, brother, and driver. When all of the bags were in their place, I noticed the long, white, think, closed curtains. They were becoming me to open them and reveal what lay on the other side. As I pulled the curtains aside, the blinding lights forced my eyes to adjust, like a deer in headlights. What stood before my eyes was the legendary, world renown, Eiffel Tower. I must be sleeping, this is not real, I continuously told myself.