The Way I See It, Each City Is A Clean Slate

New York City’s population is a little over 8.3 million people. 8.3 million people are spread out among five boroughs and each have their own set routine. Each one of those 8.3 million see New York in a different way becuase “You start building your private New York the first time you lay eyes on it” (“City Limits” 4). Some people are like Colson Whitehead who “was born here and thus ruined for anywhere else” (“City Limits” 3). Others may have “moved here a couple years ago for a job. Maybe [they] came here for school” (“City Limits” 3). Different reasons have brought these people together. They are grouped as New Yorkers, but many times, living in New York is their only bond. With on going changes and never ending commotion, it is hard to

In retrospect, I believe that when you move somewhere, you have to be open-minded about the many differences that you’ll encounter cultural and systematically. And I think one of the ways you become more open-minded is by persevering. All it takes is believing in yourself, that you’re capable of doing anything despite the stereotypes and adversities that may present in your

At some point of our lives, we have all felt that feeling of what to do next, and mine would have to be the time I had to move from different cities. I was born and raised in McAllen, Texas. Throughout the years I was able to create and cherish many memories. Everyone around the neighborhood knew me as the shy, sweet, and kind Emily. My life was made in the valley until I got the announcement from my parents that we were moving to a new city named “Laredo.” At that moment my world had paused, so many questions were running through my head. What am I going to do? Where will I live? , and how will I adapt to this new town? So many mixed emotions were created, but I tried to hide them.

Five days had passed this time since anyone had heard from my mother. I remember praying to God to protect her from harm and for me to find her. The next day she showed up, but not in the way we had hoped. One morning as I was getting ready for school my sophomore year in high school, my phone rang to the voice of my stepfather. My stepfather had told me he heard a call come over the dispatch scanner at his work and my mother’s name was mentioned. The sheriff had informed my stepfather that my mother had been involved in an accident. My stepfather asked me to go to the emergency room and see what condition my mother was in because he lived a half hour away from the hospital. When I arrived at the hospital I found my mother cut out of her clothes, covered in her own urine, massive amounts of blood all over her body, and lying lifeless on life support on the table. At this point, no one knew whether my mother would be okay. My mother had bleeding on the brain as well as a tear in her shoulder, a shattered face, and a chest tube draining fluid from her lung which had collapsed. All I could do was pray! My mother’s life was in God’s hands now. Three days later she woke

What do you mean they're here?" She asked frantically, walking forward. "God, the kids!" She started to sprint, but Jackson grabbed her arm.

America, in the early colonial years, was mostly country. Multitudes of people lived on farms, and few towns existed. As time has passed, America has innovated, and now millions of prodigious cities overpower the dwindling areas of the country. Because of the numerous towns, rarely any Americans have experienced the modest country life. Some individuals believe that the city is superior to the nation only by considering the conveniences that the city possesses. However, nearly all Americans have yet to realize the specialness of this country. It is an improved place to live in the city because it is peaceful, self sufficient, and beautiful.

Everyone’s lived experience is not ever the same because no two people are the same. Everyone lives in different places and with different people. My lived experience is different from someone that grew up in a big city because where I grew up everyone knows everyone. People who grew up in the city deal more with different cultures and races because there are a variety of people living there. Where I live there isn’t much of a variety of different people here. It’s the same families who have lived here for years, many people do not move away from here because all of their family is here.

She asked me how Miranda was and I answered as usual. She again questioned me and then went on to say God had sent her over to me with a “message from God.” She told me God was going to make Miranda whole and for me not to back up. I had no idea what we were going to face. God was preparing me for a difficult month.

I stood up as well to help clear the table. I grabbed a few dishes and followed blondie into the kitchen. I walked across the room to throw out the excess waste into the disposal.

David O’Sullivan, from Yonkers NY, brought up some positive things about living in New York City. He talked about the very social environment. “I moved from there to Morehead, KY and it is totally opposite. I like clubs, bowling alleys, a choice of a million restaurants to eat at, and places to hang out, which are the things New York City has.” David also brought up the point that you do not have to own a car in the city. He took the subway everywhere, and got around much faster than compared to dealing with

“Well, they had light brown hair. . .” The two walk away, and their voices fade. The first man looks back down at his clipboard. The camera slowly zooms out, showing a long hallway next to the man with a door at the end. A man wearing a yellow suit, surrounded by five children, walks into the door. The children follow.

“Hello, my name is Bryce Carter and I am one of your new neighbors. I am going into the 6th grade, in actually 1 day, and I’m at the age of eleven.”

My entire life so far has consisted of learning how to get by with minimum effort. I grew up in a small town where most of the residents will either live in the town for the rest of their lives of move a town over instead. I’ve always wanted something different. Yet, I’ve been stuck in an area where I have not been pushed to my limits. I have been waiting to inhabit an area where I look around my surroundings and actually get excited about the possibilities that await me.

There is a big difference living in the city to out in the country. If you have lived in the city and moved to the country it can be a big change and a lot to get use to. But if you return to the city after many years and got a teast of how it use to be. You can very easily want to remain in the city. The city has many options and luxuries that the country doesn’t but at the sametime the country has more luxuries than the city does.

As a conclusion, we saw that urbanization and gentrification have paced numerous evolutions in New-York city that has changed, consequently, the lifestyle of its citizens. But also that in order to reduce consumption or for simply saved money, Americans are willing to change their habits.