New York City.
It always seemed like an intimidating place to be. With such a high concentration of people in a relatively small area, the tall buildings towering over you, and the loud street noises — I imagined it to be a chaotic.
After an overnight flight I landed at JFK airport at dawn. I hopped in the subway and gazed out the window as I traveled to towards my destination in Harlem.
I stepped off the subway and walked out onto the sidewalk. The bright early morning sun illuminated a new world. Children walking to school, people shoveling snow from a snowstorm the day before. The streets bustled with motion; a new day had just begun.
It was all new to me. And I loved it.
I didn’t want to stop in the middle of the commotion to look at my phone to see where my Airbnb was, so I just started walking — aligning my pace with everyone else.
I immediately noticed that almost all the people in NYC seem to have a purpose about them, and each step they take leads them closer to that purpose.
I’ve been told that people on the east coast are unfriendly or even rude, but now I realize that they are simply focused on their goals — even if that goal just getting to work on time.
I found the local New Yorkers to be quite pleasant whenever I had interactions or conversations with them.
Being in NYC for a week made me realize how I’m just one out of the billions of people in this world. After being constantly surrounded by people all the time I started to think about how each person has their own unique story and identity. While standing in a crowded subway you make eye contact with a lot of people, and sometimes smile at each other — it’s these moments where I realize we’re all human, and we’re more alike than unalike.