There’s something about New York that always beckons me to go back. Whenever I’m here, I feel so alive… like a burst of energy takes over my body and takes my mind on a trip out of its comfort zone, on a feeling that anything is possible. The New York city lights and sounds are brighter and louder than usual this time because of the looming New Year (I was there on New Year’s eve, hence the writing’s choice of words).
After having visited the Big Apple several times, I’ve grown to notice that it’s diverse culture is what draws me to it the most. At the back of my mind, I would definitely love to live here. There always seems to be something going on for different types of people at any given time at some special corner in the city. The hustle and bustle of the place thrills me. And yet, as they say, being here is both to arrive and to depart. For someone like me who craves travel and lusts for world exploration, this saying is true.
I’ve read somewhere that there are only two types of stories: a stranger comes to town, and a hero goes on a journey. Perhaps, I could live here contentedly–riding the subway, eating local food, going out for drinks at some swanky Manhattan bar or watch some shows on broadway. I can totally envision that life for myself. But as much as I’d love to be the former, I seem to want to be hero a lot more.
For right now, New York to me is a love affair that I would love to revisit one day. I might change my mind in the future, perhaps I could settle down here. The plane ride going back home was a bit melancholic. I was also dreaming. Maybe that’s my heart giving me a sign of things to come.