Sometimes I catch myself marveling at the beauty of NYC. It's not typical. It's not soaring mountain ranges or white sand beaches. It's grey and shiny, sometimes cold, but it can still take my breath away.
Lara Paquette (Writer)
Since I live in Brooklyn, I take the train over the Manhattan Bridge every day to go to work. Most mornings, when we emerge from the tunnel and hit the sunlight, I'm not even paying attention. I'm checking my email or wishing I was sitting instead of standing, or wondering how much sleep I will need to get for my eye to stop twitching. Some mornings, though, when the sun is shining and I can spot the Statue of Liberty standing tall in the distances, and the light bounces off of the newly arisen One World Trade, I take it in.
I've been in NYC for 12 years. People from all over the world wish they could live here, want to know that its like to inhabit this city. And I'm doing it. Tourists don't see the view from the N train at 9am on a Tuesday morning. It's a gift that the city gives to the people in exchange for our devotion. It's like the city saying, "I know I'm dirty and gross and the trains don't run the way they're supposed to and there are SO MANY FREAKING PEOPLE, but I sure am pretty."
Yes, NYC, you sure are.