New York City is one of the top places everyone dreams of going to, and you are finally there. The plane ride from (insert your location here) wasn’t nearly as bad as your mother told you it’d be.
Your cab ride was just like the movies, fast at some points but way more expensive than you thought it would be.
You are already referring to New York as ‘your city’ like you are a superhero and must protect it at all costs. You remind yourself that New York will be your city for as long as you stay in its glorious presence.
You’ve walked through the streets, through almost every tourist spot on that checklist of places you swore to your family and friends you’d go to and take photos of, so they could feel like they were there right with you the entire time.
The sun is hot and the city has this weird smell you just can’t put your finger on (it’s some hybrid smell of food vendors, various perfumes and a pungent smell of garbage) and you’ve lost count over how many Starbucks you passed along the way. You’ve worn the wrong shoes for walking around today, and now you are on the corner of West Fourth near the IFC movie theater feeling out of place amongst the tattoo covered people walking by you, most of them in black even though it’s June and nearing 90 degrees. Some part of you wants to ask how and why they are wearing all black in the middle of June but you don’t bother because the group of people is smoking and your stomach is making noises that sound like some monsters from a bad horror movie.
The street is filled with restaurants in every direction, but the Dollar Pizza place calls your name because, holy crap, you found a meal in New York City for a dollar! Plus you are trying really hard not to spend all of your money on the first night of being in New York. After paying that glorious dollar you walk down 6th Avenue away from the movie theater and towards a park. A park that has a fountain. You don’t know the name of the park but the sheer fact it has empty benches in the shade makes it your saving grace. You take a seat and start to eat that dollar pizza you bought that really isn’t that bad for a dollar when you think about it. A nice breeze goes by and a few dogs bark at it like they must protect their owners from that horrible thing. You stay in the park for the remainder of the night feeling safe and happy. When you finally leave it, you see the name of the park, Father Demo Square. You take a few photos to appease the family and leave the park with one more loving glance. You’ve found your own little home away from home in New York City.
Urban explorers, keep your phone or tablet charged on the go with the Lepow Poki external battery charger.
Welcome To New York: A Wanderlust Story
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