New York City is certainly a place that is always going. It is most definitely a place that is always going somewhere. Somewhere between bright lights and city streets. City streets that are always crowded and full of people and taxi cabs that are quite possibly always going. Quite possibly never not going, quite possibly continuous throughout eternity.
Choosing a School for My Daughter in a Segregated City
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As I continue to walk down the crowded street I catch the aroma of cinnamon. Across the street from them, the booth filled with crafts to commemorate firefighters is enjoying the crowd that the wrestling booth is drawing. As I continue to traverse down the congested street I see many more craft booths. Stepping out of Port Authority, I watched the city for a moment. I absorbed everything.
Century, authors Charles Dickens and Alexander Mackay traveled to New York City to learn about the people and their growing infrastructure. Opposite to Mackay, Dickens wrote about the negatives of New York City and the areas that had less attention. His work was very critical of New York City, including the comparison to other cities such as Boston.
In the summer of my dream of visiting New York came to life. I could hardly contain my excitement to finally live the life of a New Yorker, even if it would only be for a couple of days. The plane ride itself was torture, because of my bubbling anticipation to get to my destination. Once the captain announced the descent into the New York airport my stomach became a bundle of knots.