I had lived in four different cities and two states by the time I was five. I lived in nine different houses by sixth grade. I had attended four different schools. In seventh grade, my family moved yet again, putting me in our tenth house and my fifth school.
Every time something would change, I would always be really excited. I loved changing things up and being able to experience the new schools, houses and daily routines. It was always fun for me to meet new people, and come home to see something new. It helped clear my mind.
In my seventh grade, my dad started taking me out of state. By the ninth grade I had been to Utah, Texas, Arizona, Colorado, and Nevada. I had been to countless musical …show more content…
I was used to small buildings, lots of open, rural areas and being able to see the sky just by tilting my head up the smallest amount. I was used to the city being quiet when the sun went down and there hardly being any people in the streets after midnight.
It seemed like New York was the polar opposite. Every building loomed over you and swayed in the wind, the parks seemed so out of place; they were little patches of green nestled between buildings that were so tall that titans could have used them as walking canes. To see the sky, you had to look almost all the way up. New York really is the city that never sleeps. There were so many people out all the time making so much noise.
Walking through Times Square at night was one heck of an experience. There were so many billboards and advertisements that unless you looked up to see the night sky, you would think it was day time.
New York was by far one of the scariest things I had ever experienced, but it was also the most fun I’ve had in a very long time.
Getting back home after this trip is when I realized how much I loved experiencing new things and how much more there was left to