Colossal winds rushed against the house, causing the walls and floors to creak. Water rushed and hammered on the windows, resounding the fact that it was monsoon season in the Philippines. However, I was worried about college starting and whether I would like it or not because it was something so new that I wasn’t accustomed to. I was more worried about college than the roaring of the storm outside my window. “Take this,” my grandmother whispered, interrupting my thoughts. She passed me a handheld candle. “Thank you,” I whispered back, taking the candle and holding it up to the foggy window. It was difficult to comprehend how a week ago I was in the United States in the middle of a beautiful, sunny summer with my friends. Now, I was in
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I wanted to assume that New York City and Las Vegas were both the same since they were both big cities. However, as I kept throwing comparisons around, although both cities both ran 24/7 and both were big names throughout the world, I realized that New York City was definitely a lot different from Las Vegas. Most people lived in apartments rather than houses. Although New York City had nightlife, it was probably more geared towards business. Although both of these cities were big, New York City was more hustle bustle, whereas Las Vegas was more laid back. Before entering the airport, I stopped myself from thinking negatively. Instead, I looked at the ground. In Las Vegas, all of the sidewalks were paved …show more content…
The roads and sidewalks were covered in tar and made to support one of the largest cities in the world. On the road, vehicles—mostly taxicabs—zoomed by. Their engines and vicious horn honking could be heard from the highest fire escape of the neighboring apartment building. Packs of people engulfed the sidewalk as the sewer and subway air brewed beneath their feet. Over the vents on the sidewalk, there was a faint rumble of the subway cars underground. I glanced up and saw the spires of edifices tearing through the veil of clouds looming in the sky. I peaked down at the tar-riddled sidewalk beneath my battered sneakers and smiled. The road and the sidewalk both varied equally between being bumpy and being evenly paved. That’s when I noticed it—New York City was the perfect blend of where I came from and where I was raised, and it made New York City feel like home. Everyone is made up of many different experiences. My experiences have led me to be hopeful for the future that I have in New York. From my experience in the Philippines, I know that I should be grateful that I get to live in New York and get to go to college. Because of being distracted by change, I constantly remind myself that there is something bigger and better always waiting. I believe that New York will offer me many opportunities that I am willing to welcome whenever I come across
I wanted to assume that New York City and Las Vegas were both the same since they were both big cities. However, as I kept throwing comparisons around, although both cities both ran 24/7 and both were big names throughout the world, I realized that New York City was definitely a lot different from Las Vegas. Most people lived in apartments rather than houses. Although New York City had nightlife, it was probably more geared towards business. Although both of these cities were big, New York City was more hustle bustle, whereas Las Vegas was more laid back. Before entering the airport, I stopped myself from thinking negatively. Instead, I looked at the ground. In Las Vegas, all of the sidewalks were paved …show more content…
The roads and sidewalks were covered in tar and made to support one of the largest cities in the world. On the road, vehicles—mostly taxicabs—zoomed by. Their engines and vicious horn honking could be heard from the highest fire escape of the neighboring apartment building. Packs of people engulfed the sidewalk as the sewer and subway air brewed beneath their feet. Over the vents on the sidewalk, there was a faint rumble of the subway cars underground. I glanced up and saw the spires of edifices tearing through the veil of clouds looming in the sky. I peaked down at the tar-riddled sidewalk beneath my battered sneakers and smiled. The road and the sidewalk both varied equally between being bumpy and being evenly paved. That’s when I noticed it—New York City was the perfect blend of where I came from and where I was raised, and it made New York City feel like home. Everyone is made up of many different experiences. My experiences have led me to be hopeful for the future that I have in New York. From my experience in the Philippines, I know that I should be grateful that I get to live in New York and get to go to college. Because of being distracted by change, I constantly remind myself that there is something bigger and better always waiting. I believe that New York will offer me many opportunities that I am willing to welcome whenever I come across