New York. Labelled one of the most fascinating and beautiful cities in the world. Not only is it known for its unique life-style and culture, but also could be contemplated as the most honest city on the planet- as I soon discovered New York certainly has no false smile plastered on its face. The dark alleys will turn you the opposite way with one glance, and the beautiful skyline will draw you in like gravity. A rawness no other city contains.
The darkness of the New York sky compared to the dazzling
signs and lights is a powerful contrast- one that will leave you stood blinking
in awe. As I roamed freely down Broadway, past dusk, it instantly provided me
with sights that I wouldn't generally witness in my own neighbourhood- from glamorous
business women dressed head-to-toe in couture- to an unshaven homeless man,
scraping his dimes and nickels with glove covered hands.
Yes, it has reached that time of the year- the leaves
have fallen from every branch of every tree, leaving them bare and empty,
unlike the cluttered streets of Manhattan. The leaves have coated central park
in a golden blanket, crunching beneath my Ugg boots as I persevered on my
discovery of New York.
A subtle chill in
the air resulted in me finding the nearest little boutique to purchase a
fashionable jacket. As I wondered around the streets for at least 40 minutes, I
realised I might have been lost- New York is like a labyrinth, it's hard to
know where you are- yet somehow you always find your way out. The cleverly structured
avenues are easy to figure out once you grasp how the numbering works.
Eventually I discovered a hidden gem called The
Brownstone Boutique on 24 East 125th Street. Luckily for me, the lantern shaped
fairy-lights confirmed that it was still open, so I entered with my purse and
eyes wide open.
As I tottered in, I was welcomed with a soft female
voice: “Welcome to Brownstones, can I help you with anything?” I walked
forward, scanning the boutique as I moved. Something else I have noticed about
New York- you can’t judge anything by its outside appearance, that also goes
for restaurants, clubs and even apartments, something that is just made purely
out of bricks from the outside can look like a palace when you enter.
After paying for a denim jacket that I considered to be a
reasonable price at $23, I continued through the concrete streets of New York.
Walking around the crowded avenues, you tend to observe minor details that make
the city so unique- for example- the speed at which everyone travels is fascinating,
it is quite unlikely that you will view somebody walking down a busy street at
a relaxed rate. The citizens seem to be as fast paced as the city itself.
Increasing my speed as I make my way through Manhattan, a
sudden gust of wind hits me when I finish passing an absurdly grand sculpture-
the chill seeps into my bones and shakes me-I should have bought a bigger
jacket. Passing the streets, people tend to mind their own business and go
about their own ways like they are living the most important day of their life.
A young girl catches my eye, walking hastily with her head down, I assume she
walks the streets daily with empty pockets, even so, she still manages to lift
her head slightly to give me a weak smile as we brush shoulders.
The smell of hot salted pretzels swiftly moved beneath my
nostrils as I passed a food stand, quickly reminding me that I hadn't eaten
yet- naughty New York, distracting me from feeding time. I purchased a pretzel
at $1- the size of my head- with chunks of salt sprinkled all over. My
cholesterol raised suddenly after one bite. Though once I tasted it, I knew it
was worth it. I suppose I better learn to walk and eat at the same time as long
as I'm here.
Another interesting sight I've experienced while being here, is
how many people-usually those dressed in smart business suits- power walk while
eating out of their breakfast cereal-to-go pots. Burning it off the meal as
they move-smart idea- no wonder they managed to land themselves a high
corporate job.
If you've ever been
lucky enough to have visited New York, you will know that when you cross the
roads, you're playing a game of chicken. Starring at the walking man sign,
waiting for it to light- as it does you cross- however you shouldn't expect
immediate safety, those yellow taxi cabs still come swinging around the corner
in a disregardful manner- just as if the vehicles speeding through New York
represent the anger and aggression the city carries.
After about 20 minutes of aimlessly wondering around, I
have reached Times Square. Each individual light blinds me as I scan my
surroundings. Continuous flashes and dazzling colours hit you like a 1000
bolts, never had I felt so alive and energetic in one place all on my own.
Though I advise you not to stand still too long in one place- unless you want
to be battered back and forth like a ping pong ball- stop for no more than 5
seconds.
So at that very moment, I elected Times Square as the
most inspirational place in New York City, maybe even America.
Nothing is
staged, everything is authentic. The group of adolescents crowded outside of
Virgin Megastores- forcing their music on to passers-by, ambition and hope
twinkling in their eyes- because with that and their talent, it's all they've
got. The teenage girl, who walks the streets so mean, shooting bitter looks at
every male that dares to glance in her direction- heartbreak. Yes New York can
be a city of big dreams that will praise you when you work hard- yet it will
kick you when you're down- usually depending on which neighbourhood you wonder
into.