it felt surreal to me the fact that i was going to new york. even saying to the officer at barajas madrid airport, "hi, i'm going to new york" felt rather surreal because i never thought i'd go this far, at least not in this period of time. it was a rather impulsive plan i had been having for couple of months but i always thought it would end up just as a plan. but turn out that it didn't.
new york killed me. it really is something else. i would say that it's the best city in the world, now that i have been to 29 countries, and i've lived in paris and madrid. it's not just about what you see but what you perceive. it's the people, it's the vibe, it's everything.
what struck me the most was how it felt like a utopian city to me. everyone is a foreigner. everyone came from somewhere else in the world. everyone is welcomed. being someone who is struggling with identity my whole life, i could instantly relate and felt belong to the city. having the precaution of how new yorker could be very individualistic and everything runs in fast pace, at least twice i experienced the kindness of total strangers.
new york inspired me. it has everything to offer. it made you feel like you wish and you want to spend your daily life there for some longer period of time. to really feel the life of living in the city.
