New York,
the city that never sleeps. There’s only one weekend besides Christmas that I get
amped up for. Turning a year older is always exciting no matter what. You get
closer and closesr to being “grown up”. Each year New York seems to be more
alive. The rush of the city is what I live for. Under the starry night, Kendall
and I stare up at the towering tree in Times Square. The oranments sparkle off
the bright sun during the cold winter days. Being in NYC while the wind blows
slowly and the while fluffy snow falls doen is like a Hollywood movie. It was
something people dream of. We walked down block after block. The stores
gradually got bigger, towering over us. As we worked our way into the heart of
the city, the stores were three stories tall. Merchandise covered the stores
left to right. Our eyes wide, as if we just jumped into an ice cold pool. We
observed everyone and everything that went by. In the hotel, we lay ourselves
out on the bleach white sheets. We shopped until we dropped. Falling asleep in
the city that never sleeps. People rush block to block. All you can this is;
where could all these people be going?
