Springtime in New York (Part 2)

This city breathes with life; a multi-cellular organism of interconnected cells. I feel lost and at home at the same time, connected yet disconnected.
I feel like a foreign particle, desperately trying to disguise myself among the cellular activity, fearing that at any moment an anti-body will cart me away, revealed as an impostor.

My eagerness gives me away, my curiosity and my enthusiasm.
I'm so excited by the mundane; pigeons splashing in puddles, a cop riding a horse, couples sipping coffee, vendors on the street, bouquets of flowers, yellow cabs, street signs, light reflecting off of buildings.

I’m overwhelmed, every sense on overdrive. My eyes search hungrily, seeking out the soul of the city.
I stare at people out of the corner of my eye on the subway, dissecting strangers with my eyes. So much life, so much diversity; the clothes, the people, the languages, the accents; I soak everything in.

Snippets of conversations, stolen kisses between lovers, I am invisible and visible at the same time, seen yet unseen. You could stand on a single street corner for a year and still not fully understand it and see its true form. So much activity, so much life.
People are not afraid to be who they’re really meant to be here. And from that uniqueness, there is unity.
United by individualism.
People aren’t afraid to be themselves.
I can’t get enough of that feeling, of that freedom.

I feel like I’m at the center of the universe.



(all photos taken by either myself, my dad or random strangers)


Times Square




My dad upsetting pigeons




Subway


Statue of Liberty


The stage for the musical, Bloody, Bloody Andrew Jackson


Brooklyn Bridge




Inside St. Patrick's Cathedral


Rockefeller Center


Eating dinner in Times Square


My twin sister, Jacqueline, and I (don't you love her yellow trench coat?)


Watching Green Day's American Idiot on Broadway


Jacqueline and I on Good Morning America. We got to be on TV! (We also saw the taping of Late Night with Jimmy Fallon but no cameras were allowed in the studio.)


Soho


Dumbo


New York, I love you.