New York City

Visiting New York was a place that I didn't care to ever experience. But when the opportunity arose to go, I said yes. I experienced more of the style of living than anything else.

First was the flight. I can barely remember flying when I was a little girl. What I did remember was only the fun stuff. I didn't remember standing in lines, getting baggage checked in, getting scanned after taking of your shoes and belt. That was all new and exciting. The best part of flying to me is the take off. Slowly watching the ground become smaller and smaller as you rise up above the clouds. Another part of flying that I do not remember is the wave of tiredness and hunger consuming me the next day.

My friends and I helped fix up an apartment in the Queens area. One thing that truly amazed me was the fact that living spaces are so small, and time at home is not where someone would spend a lot of time. It also amazed me at how little grass there is. As far as one can see there is tall buildings after another, road after road, but.... "Might I have a bit of earth?"

New York is very dirty to me. I never felt clean while visiting. Only right after a shower. You also never know if there will be any air conditioning or not. So, you might put on your jacket because your cold then five seconds later begin to sweat, but know you will want it back on it a few minutes. The range of ethnicity came to a bit of a shock to me. I am Caucasian, and I felt like a minority. I saw people from all sorts of ethnicity and backgrounds. Also, not everyone spoke English. I heard Russian, Korean, Japanese, Spanish, and many many more.

All in all, I love grass and trees and mountains. New York is not the place for me. But the experience will never be forgotten. The food will be forever remembered. And I will forever belong in the mountains.

 -Jane Potter