It wasn’t just any beautiful day in New York City; it was
the day that I was going to central park for the first time. I finally get to
see one of the most memorable scenes in my favorite show and experience the
captivating piece of nature stuck in a life of concrete and smoke. Smelling the
lovely summer air filled with laughter and openness I only wished I was with
someone much more appealing. His name was Nick and wasn’t the most interesting
person I have met in New York. I was told you meet a lot of great people in
such a bombarding city but him, I wish I could have done better. On the
brighter side, I wanted nothing more to come in the way of me taking in
everything central park had to offer. At least Nick was into sitting and not
talking, so I had the chance to think and speak to myself about how I felt. How
did I feel? I knew I loved nature and I love city life, but something as
captivating as central park surely does not belong in such a place as New York
City. But something about its awkward placement is what gives this city an
“umph.” Every beautiful place has its imperfections and for New York, central
park was the biggest.
From the
skyscrapers of oak trees to the birds and squirrels, central park was the most
magnificent place I had ever been to in my entire life. Throughout my life, the
short 22 years of it, I haven’t traveled much but where I have been has not
added up to the emotional connection I drew from New York City.
