This is a photo I took the first full day of being in New York. I was so amazed by the tall buildings and the multitudes of people scurrying around the streets. It looked like a different world and felt like a different country. After being here for three weeks, it all seems normal. I know my way around, and even have my favorite places to eat and shop. I feel like my experience has helped me get a taste of city life. I know three weeks is pretty short, but I really have enjoyed learning a new area and different style of living. I had so much fun visiting the museums, plays, and galleries. I really felt like I had the opportunity to appreciate all of the different types of art. Thanks to this program (like the name) I have been immersed in the arts of New York. This will be an adventure I will always be thankful I got to experience.
Monthly Archives: June 2012
I decided to visit times square at night. Much to my surprise exiting the subway it looked like day time. The entire street was lit up, and the sidewalks were crowded with people. Many of the shops had closing times at 2am. When I heard the phrase “The City That Never Sleeps” I never took that as a literal thing. Apparently the city doesn’t sleep, or if it does the bed time is pretty late. I enjoyed walking around in the cool air. It was nice to enjoy a busy night life. When I return to Georgia everything will close at nine at night, or if I am lucky it will be ten. I think that the late night availability will be something I will miss greatly. (Especially when I am pulling all-nighters for finals)
I was walking through Washington Square Park and noticed a rally or group gathering of some sort. Intrigued, I decided to walk through the middle observing their signs and finding out who they were. I got closer and saw what looked like to be a very tall woman with a lanky body figure. The closer I got, the more I began to see a five o’clock shadow on her face. I then realized the signs being help were exposing that the group was transgender citizens about to host a march for gay rights and transgender awareness. I had never witnessed anything like this before.
In Georgia or in the south in general, I think it is harder for a person to “come out.” Here there seemed to be a larger community of people as a support system. Also, this region is north of the bible belt.
My sister is Lesbian, and living in Newnan, Ga, there isn’t a very large nor active gay community. There has never been a gay parade in my home town, and if there were the local churches would have a fit. I wish Newnan would host events so my sister would feel more confident in herself and less alone. I am very glad New York is more accepting of there gay community.
I realized after being here for a few days, there are not any alley ways. This creates a problem when sanitation is involved. Not having alleys with dumpsters leaves trash to be left on the streets.
Every evening as night creeps closer, the garbage piles began to form on the side walks. The piles grow as the evening becomes night. The interesting thing I have noticed is that a large majority of the city recycles. Although there is a bunch of waste, I think people are aware of their environment and try to be as green as possible. The NYU cafeteria has composite bins, and even many restaurants I have been to have recycling opportunities. All trash is disposed of as environmentally friendly as possible.
Morning arises, I exit the building and the streets are new again. Most areas even hose down the sidewalk on a daily basis. New York is ready to start a new day fresh and clean.
Everything in New York City was placed with intention. The buildings were mapped out and thought through clearly. The roads and subway system were all structured carefully on the grid. Even the trees and plants were put in a certain spot. Everything seems to have a feel of control to it.
I have always thought that nature is beautiful. There is nothing more breath taking then a gorgeous hike to the top of a mountain to gaze at the magnificent forest. The woods are all natural and free growing.
The way the parks are set up in the city almost make the plants lose their magic. All the greenery feels contained. It is a beautiful break from bustling streets, but it just isn’t the same as what I am accustomed to.
I love the public parks, and missing the woodsy feel I take what I can get. For now, the fenced in grass, flowers, and trees will have to do. I can’t wait to venture onto a trail when I return home.
Sappy and romantic the metaphorical locks hang on the Brooklyn Bridge. The locks themselves symbolize a eternal bond between people. After the lock is placed on the bridge, the key is flung into the Hudson River so the lock/love will be there forever.
The idea is cute, but I wonder how many locks no longer have a relationship that they represent. I think I am too logical of a thinker to believe this act is meant to keep a relation together. I don’t think a break-up would be ended with someone stating, “Hey wait what about our love lock?”, and the other saying,”Ohhhhh Yeahhhhhh, you’re right. My bad. We can’t break up.”
I think that the love locks are great for making memories with another, but not to tie a relationship together.
I have never been one to commute via public transits. Back home, nothing is really in walking distance. I have to drive no matter the destination I am trying to reach. Also, there isn’t a subway nor a handy bus service. I have to say I don’t mind the availability of the MTA system here and the entertainment it can bring.
My favorite thing about the subway or the city in general is the great chance to people watch. I am always fascinated by the diverse personalities, ethnicity, and fashion choices provided by the residents or visitors of the city. For example, a very tall and buff man of an Asian decent entered the subway. I first thought he was a rock solid, tough man. As the voyage began he put in his headphones and began to play his music. I started to hear a sound that surely wasn’t coming from his music player. I looked around for who might be listening to a punk electronic pop beat I kept hearing. I continued to people watch when I saw him began to dance very funny-like to the preteen sounding beat lowly playing. He was bending at the knee and bobbing his head with a stern serious look on his face. It was a comedy show on the N Track. It was everything I could do not to burst into laughter.
I never realized I enjoyed people watching until I got the opportunity to be around this vast population. I hope to be able to bring this new found hobby back with me to Georgia.