New York: Day One

I never could have imagined how culture-shocked I would be from this place. Even stepping off the plane, you can tell the people here are different. I notice the standard of appearance rises significantly, not surprising since I’m now in one of the fashion capitols of the world, but it makes my look feel almost…average and run-of-the-mill. Is that a good thing or bad thing? I find it comfortable to fit in, but I also lose myself in that I do not stand out.

I am also taken aback by how busy everywhere seems to be. This city is huge. A bit too huge. So many people are running about their daily lives, and you can feel the intensity of their auras as they dart back and forth from every possible direction. I have not been to a 24 hour city since Las Vegas, but I appreciate that convenience here.

My last observation is of the people here. Accents pop out first and foremost. Considering the deep history of the city and all other things that make New York the epitome of a melting pot, I had to think to myself, “Is this the true American accent?” It was kind of silly how many people actually talked like what we stereotypically see on television. Cool though. Though I am also surprised by how many Asians there are here. You never hear of Asians leading the way here. The movement comes from California, but damn, there are a lot here too. I am interested to see more of this when I visit Flushing later today.

In summary, I felt as if I conquered Los Angeles. But now I feel like New York will only swallow me up and spit me out. Now I know what that cliched remark is all about. Perhaps on first impression, this city is too intimidating for me to migrate. Looks fun — but not to live. I will see if this notion is revised before my last day.