As I was riding in the PATH train, I remember seeing the fading city skyline into the golden brown hills. As the sun set, I glanced back one more time to see the towering buildings that had a life-changing aura, but there were no lights. I looked for the last time a few minutes later, and the beautiful skyline came back into sight. There was something magnificent about New York City, and I felt a bustling energy within me as I gazed across the skyline.
I never had a lot of money when I was growing up, but I always made do with what I had. I was a happy child even if I had to eat an apple for dinner in some instances. Even though money was tight, my mom had made me a promise of a lifetime when I was young. She promised me that she would take me to New York City one day. I never understood that visiting the Big Apple would have such an impact on me.
The most priceless moment of my trip in New York was when I stood directly across the Hudson River and stared at the night-time skyline. It was just as beautiful as in the movies, but it felt different, and that was because it gave me a lot of hope. It was overwhelming staring at the large city alone, but I had a gut feeling that told me I could live there one day. I felt inspired by the beauty, and I came home a different person. As I left the city, I bought a painting of the view to keep me hopeful when some days are hopeless, and inspired when I’m feeling out of it. A part of me was left behind in New York City, and it is simply waiting for me to come and reclaim it.