While I was on the F train today, on my way to 7th Avenue, I passed by the Smith-9th Street station. It's amazing how industrial yet glamorous the city looks. On one side you have factory upon factory with old buildings in between. Additionally, there are the many bridges connecting one borough to another, each with its unique design. On the other side, there's the tall buildings full of windows lined up in rows crowded in Manhattan; the infamous New York City skyline.
Why is it that when people (many of which have never been to the city) think of New York City, they picture Manhattan with its bright lights and iconic venues and crowded streets and just a city with people that have learned to coexist with one another? Other peoples' portrayal of this city make me laugh at times; I hear NYC and I try to think of solutions to problems the average New Yorker faces everyday. When I do have time to contemplate life in the city, I can't help but think of the peaceful neighborhood I lived on with the local bakery and library.
I think that the beauty of NYC is a tad bit overrated and sometimes even exaggerated in the movies. Let's be honest, those of us living in the city that never sleeps know that NYC has its cons. For example, the trains are dirty and have a tendency to smell bad, the streets are littered on, and the buildings fall apart as new houses are built and businesses open up.
The imperfections of this city are what make life here so intriguing. This is why I think that New York is so wondrous: no matter how many times I go to Manhattan or take a walk around Brooklyn, the scene is never the same. There are always new people to see and new events going on. Living in the neighborhood I lived on provided me with an interesting perspective on life because the serenity masked the fast pace of life.
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