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  • For my sixteenth birthday, my dad sent my sister and me on a trip. On this trip, I met my true love. No, this is not a cliche teenage girl writing about whether or not she can fall in love or if he loves me back or anything like that. This is true love. This is the love I have for the most wonderful place on Earth: New York City.

    I’ve been twice before. Once when I was really little and I stayed in a fancy hotel with my parents because they wanted to take us on a nice family vacation and to a show, I didn’t think much of the city then. It was just cold and loud and the actors were annoying and no one ever said thank you when you held the door for them. When I went in eighth grade, it still didn’t look like much. The city was pretty much just a pile of wet metal polluted by thousands of hot dog stands.

    This time it hit me. Both literally and figuratively. Literally it was more of a constant bumping into people as I tried to haul my suitcase thirty-two blocks to our hotel from the bus, apparently the sidewalks are pretty crowded, and figuratively as I gazed up at all the magnificent architecture and inhaled the city.

    I guess a teenage girl being in love with New York City is still pretty cliche but I do not care because being in love makes you happy and being happy increases your health and being healthy means living longer so pretty much you could say New York City is a superhero. Just one more thing to add to the list of reasons why it is the most wonderful place on Earth.

    Everything about that trip to New York was loud and fast paced. Even walking down to the nearest newsstand to get a morning coffee ((not Starbucks)) was an adventure as I maneuvered past those infamous yellow monsters that occupy the streets.

    It was crowded, my feet hurt, the people were rude, every restaurant had at least four people outside of it smoking, the crosswalks looked like herds of cattle, and I’ve never felt like I’ve fit more in my entire life.

    That’s the thing, everyone ‘fits in’ in New York. There is not typical there. There are thousands of different people within one street and its not likely that any two are that similarly dressed or ordinary. Everyone there seems to be going somewhere or doing something or yelling at someone. Even if someone simply sat on a bench all day in Central Park, I can guarantee you that it would be more exciting than my normal school day.

    I guess you could say I really do <3 New York, although I would never be caught wearing something so terribly tourist-y as one of those t-shirts. New York and I are hardly finished with each other. We’ve merely been flirting with each other, teasing me with pictures of what I'm missing out on by living in Virginia.

    They say home is where the heart is, so if someone asked me if I was a local while I was in New York, I wouldn’t be lying when I say yes. As far as where I reside, the answer to that question would be Virginia for now. The never ending love affair with the city will move to the next level when I graduate high school and will be able to add installments to the Meg and the City Saga when I move to the always perfect 212.
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