New York City Part One // A "Nothing In Particular" Review

New York... Is sensational, staggeringly delightful, and catastrophically chaotic. It is full of venerable old brick buildings, shiny-sparkling new buildings, small restaurants and massive complexes that serve hordes of consumers (tourists especially), and is it just me or is everything in New York gargantuan or, well, small? It might just be me, but that's inconsequential. What is of great consequence to me is the actual city of New York, the captivation it induces. Let me elaborate while you settle back with a nice, broken-in pillow or, oh, I don't know, a Thighmaster. 

To start with, New York City is NOT overrated; I'm not kidding. Walking the pavement surrounded by bustling people and fenced in by towering buildings full of more bustling people gives you a spring in your step and a twinkle in your eye that nothing else can. It's entirely unique. In New York, you feel you are a part of something. Everyone belongs, no matter where they work or how much money they make, regardless of what they believe or what they think they will do that coming Friday night, and it doesn't even matter what their political views are or what they are wearing that season because everyone belongs. That's pretty remarkable - astoundingly, really - and it's mostly due to the diversity of the area. New York is an incredibly heterogenous city, and that makes it unique. To put it shortly, New York has a particular ring to it.

Also, to add to that, New York City is glamorous. There is a special type of glamor involved in seeing a guy vomit up his drink from the night before or enjoying the view of a blue sky fenced in with skyscrapers - I promise. More conventional signs of glamor would be the constant stream of limousines (disgusting), the lavish hotels full of sharp attendants, and the well-tailored clothes that a majority of the population is decked out in. Seriously, no matter the level of income, almost everyone wears apparel that fits... It's one of the most outstanding and mind-blowing things I have ever seen in my entire life, and I commend New Yorkers for the feat. But as alluded to earlier in the paragraph, glamor is not just finery: glamor (to me) is exciting, distinct, and obviously attractive (in a very general sense); details that make a place unique. Glamor is a kind of magic, and it can be found most everywhere... And it was blatantly obvious to me in New York. 

To recap, I loved New York because it was different from what I usually experience: sounds, smells, tastes, feelings, surroundings at large; it had a special movement to it; it was unpredictable; it was glamorous; I liked feeling a part of something big; I loved seeing and hearing all the new people; I loved all the newness; it was stubborn and prideful, and it was stunning. New York is like that person who walks in the room and you immediately believe that they own the place because they're so confident and in control and interesting; they're riveting. So yeah, that's New York: it's a bit of fantastical quicksand that sucks you down in a second. And I am in love with it. 

Enthralled and enchanted,
Scout