Thoughts on New York

I love New York.  City.  Coming from the stagnant, boring suburbs and malls of New Jersey into the towering heights of New York's edifices leaves me in awe every morning as I climb the staircase out of New York Penn Station onto the loud, dirty, and alive Seventh Avenue.  I spent the first two years of my life in Manhattan, and the rest of my formative years just miles away from the island.  As long as I can remember, I've always loved New York, and I've never been able to say why.  I think now that I've been going in three days a week for the past month and a half or so, I am a little closer to understanding my infatuation.  It has something to do with the amount of... everything, I guess.  The amount of people, of commerce, of architecture, of design, of technology, of culture, of variety, of everything!  Sometimes I stop to think of what I am in, witnessing, being a part of, and I find myself coming back to reality ten minutes later.  It's refreshing.