Thoughts on my trip to NYC.

In mid-November, my Mum and I took a trip to New York City to celebrate my 18^th birthday, and it was such an amazing experience. The trip was such a whirlwind and so overwhelming, and I think it’s taken this long for me to realise quite how insane it is that I’ve visited the Big Apple. A lot of people mention the size of New York, not just because of how huge the city itself is, but also because of the size of the buildings and the scale of everything over there. However, once you get over the fact that you wont see the tops of any of the buildings around you (unless you crane your neck so far back you think you’re going to break it) there’s so much more to New York than meets the eye. The amount of people roaming the streets makes you realise how little you matter in the grand scheme of things – and I mean that in the nicest way possible! There are thousands upon thousands of people rushing from place to place in the hustle and bustle of the yellow cab ridden streets of New York, and they can range from tourists, to tour guides, from NYPD cops to advocates for the legalisation of Marijuana. You can brush past so many different people in the space of a few seconds, and each one has a different story to tell; part of me is terrified by that and another part thinks it’s very poetic and beautiful. New York really is the city that never sleeps; there are always people and lights wherever you go. It’s a city of dreams, creativity and hope, and I’m grateful that I can say I’ve experienced it and will hopefully have that experience again.