The American Dream In The New York City

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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. Just a few days ago, I was living in ShenZhen. On the opposite side of the Hong Kong, ShenZhen shared much of its prosperities as a special financial district of China. As a result, I believed that New York City would be no different than where I was used to living. However, I was quite excited about the subway system that covered the entirety of the Big Apple. We didn’t quite have something like that in ShenZhen yet, so I was eager to see the subway system that many other cities modelled after. I was even more interested in learning the American culture, especially holidays like Christmas and Thanksgiving. I woke up early in the morning, eager to see the snow outside and all the “foreign” novelties. In the kitchen, my aunt and cousin were making toast and took out glass bottles of Snapple. After having breakfast, I tried to play with my cousin. I had a conversation with him in broken English despite my experiences in Honors

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