New York City is a roaring giant. People, cars, buildings, noises…a sensory overload at large. It’s an experience to immerse yourself into that. As only a visitor to the city, I can handle this in small doses, but I’m still unsure if I could ever one day call NYC home.
I trained into the city last Friday on a work trip. It was rainy and cold, and being raised in Florida, I’m still not quite used to the fall temps of the northeast. I was there for the day, but got most of my work done in the morning so I had a few hours to spare. I had been in a dark studio all morning in Brooklyn, and was hoping that the weather may have turned brighter as I was leaving. I walked outside and the sun had escaped the clouds.
For the amount of times I’ve visited the city, there was one thing I had never done, but was meaning to do: take a walk in Central Park.
Since the sun came out, I hailed a cab and went straight there. On the way, I was thinking to myself that it’s crazy I’ve never spent any real time in such a large part of the city. For something that takes up nearly 2.5 miles, you’d think you would run into it at some point…
I got out of the cab, grabbed a hot dog from a cart, and started my walk through Central Park. At the end, I understood why so many people cherish this part of the city. It’s the green center of a concrete sea. It’s a place where you can find some peace and silence when you want to get away. It’s a place to sit, a place to play, a place to meet and a place to just be.
I like it there.
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