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The city that never sleeps
Finally, there I was, completely enthralled by everything and everyone
amid the alluring streets of New York City. I caught myself
floundering about with suitable words to portray how I felt when I first
saw the city. Quite simply, I was already in love with New York City.
Out there on the perfectly frantic and bustling streets, I felt free.
Crossing the Hudson river and entering the suffocatingly crowded
station made me feel like I had stepped into a time warp that whisks
you from Earth to space in an instant. Living in America is a beautiful
opportunity; living in New York City is much more so.
Once I wobbled along those city streets and took my first breath of
city air, I, like everyone else, exclaimed to myself, “This is freedom!”.
The buildings displayed some of the most beautiful structures I'd ever
seen, appearing extremely tall and imposing. When I witnessed the
sunset behind the Empire State Building from one of the building's
highest points, it was utterly otherworldly, or more likely something I
had never experienced.
As I strolled down city streets, I was overwhelmed by the number of
people walking and conversing in a variety of languages. People with
looks I had never seen before; far preferable to the appearances that
would be considered the local fashion in my hometown.