I remember the first time I visited NYC. I was in awe. The shear grandiosity of the buildings was enough to keep my attention. I did the tourist thing. I went to the Museum of Natural History, Ellis Island, Time Sq. blah blah. Although, that's not really New York City, I enjoyed it and definitely wanted to come back soon.
The second time I went to NYC I was a little bit older and a little bit more adventurous. I really got to see what the city had to offer. I walked through the west village, had a bloody mary for breakfast, went to a board games bar, and hit on a woman that was waaayyy to pretty and old for me. I really fell in love with the city, the people, and the lifestyle.
After being in OKC for a few months and talking to my sister, I decided that I would definitely live in NYC some day. I wanted to be in a big city. I wanted to ditch my car and take the subway. I'd rather walk to a shop and buy groceries directly from the store owner.
I'm here in NYC now, revitalizing my love for the city. Although, it wasn't quite the same at first. I'm not exactly sure why but things just felt different when I came back this time. I wasn't overwhelmed with excitement. I was anxious to get out and walk the streets.
I realized why I lacked the butterflies and wide eyes. I was comfortable. I know where I'm going. I'm okay with being packed like a sardine in the subway car. It doesn't shock me when people aren't was warm and friendly as Okies.
I think that when I move here it'll be an easy transition.
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