I have always been loving, dreaming, longing the New York City. Though finally I lived my dream 5 years ago during our first visit, I pretty much still adore the city very, very, deeply. You know, just like everybody else. And so, I flew all the way there for the second time, visiting the dearly beloved Manhattan, Brooklyn and beyond. Here is what I think about the second visit.
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...I flew to New York and stayed there 4 nights, which was a month ago. Five years have passed since my first visit, and i knew more information about the city, where I wanted to go, and things to do that we didn't do the last time (which we regretted about). The difference this time, we went in summer rather than in winter.
I didn't know if I landed with way too great expectation, or if I did not go to the right places, or really, I was only in denial. But, this visit was rather disappointing. New York City in the summer was hectic, hot, honks here and there, very busy, and not the cleanest city. The worst part was that the people were rude (I didn't have this memory 5 years ago). The traffic was bad. It took us 2 hours just to get to the other end, and ended up not doing so much in one day (Probably Subway would've worked better). Maybe my last visit felt better because it was winter and the Christmas was beautiful.
I know, I know. Everyone has been talking about how busy New York is. And how I should have been well-aware of the fact. But having to live in the friendly, breezy Melbourne, for three consecutive years, including 4 months in the gloomy and gentle London had probably skewed my preference.
BUT. BUT. THIS IS IMPORTANT.
I know it was busy.
I know that some of them were rude and didn't give a damn about people.
I know it was hot and loud.
I know yellow cabs were driving like crazy.
BUT HEY. That sounds like N E W Y O R K K !
*Insert Frank Sinatra's "Welcome to New York" on full blast here*
1. Until I went up the Empire State building and saw this view, I forgot that I thought I hated it.
That rooftop eatery, and Flat Iron building!
I could hear the cars honking far beneath us from the 100-somethingth floor, and it felt rather comforting. There was this total beauty in the utter mess. Resting both of my hands on the metal gate, looking down to the endless concrete jungle. I could stand there all day, all evening. It was so peaceful! :)
, by Jeslina Limanjaya