New York City

Every time I travel to a place, I find that I soak in so much more. I leave a little of myself behind and take a little of the place back with me. It’s the strange but true interaction of culture. Ultimately, the greatest interaction is everything that goes on in my head when I go to different place. Thank God, I always get a freshened up perspective and new revelations on a lot of life as well.

I was asked by someone what my vision of New York was and I guess the montage pretty much sums it up in pictures. In words or in a sentence, I’d say New York is a soulless city. The vibrancy was amazing, there was always something to do, there were people everywhere and of course, a Starbucks at every corner was a bonus. It was a fast city. A tad too fast, the buildings too tall, the people too blurry, and the city too cold. It seemed to me that everyone was so caught up in their pursuit of everything but not life itself. Everyone always seemed to have somewhere to go and something to do but I really wondered as I looked at the blank faces around me in the sea of strangers, did they really like what they were doing and did it really give them meaning in life. What was behind the perfect opportunities and lifestyle that New York seemed to promise the world? All that glitters is not gold.