I’m currently sitting at LaGuardia airport thinking how this is going to become common place in just four months. Being in New York City has been so much fun, albeit exhausting, and I am excited to explore more places like it next year. With the vast ensemble of languages and accents, it is like being somewhere foreign at times. I’ve heard French, English, German, Korean, Japanese, Arabic, Hindi, Chinese, Australian, British, and I’m sure many others in just the course of three days.
Manhattan’s pulse — the honking horns, steaming sewer covers, subway cars passing underneath, the hum of people talking to each other or on their phones — this cacophony is the musical heartbeat of the city. Like a song, I soon found myself enjoying the blares and buzzes around me, as if it would be weird not to hear it. There were points I literally could feel the city moving around me. It was alive and fast paced.
As I think about the rhythm of the city, I am looking forward to the songs of so many new places next year. Jesus, let me be in tune to the music.
