Personal Narrative: New York Pity

New York Pity
In the summer of 2014 three friends and I had decided that we were in much need of a vacation. After a brief discussion and decade we were finally able to make our decision. My friends Sasha, Matt, John and I were going to go to New York City for the Fourth of July. This would be my first time visiting New York City, and without a doubt my first time visiting a city of this magnitude. As I think about my first visit, I think of how it will most likely be my last visit. My New York City experience was not as I hoped. To me New York City was an overcrowded unfriendly concrete jungle. Sasha rented a car, picked up John, Matt, and we were off in our nine-hour drive to New York City. The whole way in route we
All walks of life were making their way through the subway system. Businessmen, musicians, street performers, and all other forms of people treaded through the subway like zombies heading towards their trains platform. Trains zip past shaking the ground and shrieking to a stop, a sound that resembled nails on a chalkboard. Hoards of people made their way off the train and were quickly replaced by bystanders waiting for their opportunity to get. We waited for any chance of daylight we got, to squeeze into the overcrowded train. Once an opportunity presented itself we bolted onto the train with no regards for our surroundings or our personal safety. On the train we were surprised to see the car had several open seats so we bunkered down and surveyed the map to get acclimated with where we were
What seemed like it would be a great holiday weekend in New York City, turned out to be a series of mishaps and failures. From an atrocious housing situation, sinister parking tickets, and a day wasted onboard the subway New York had got the best out of me. We set out to retrieve our car, luggage in hand practically running to escape from the clutches of this money-sucking city. As we reach the car we are relieved that it is still parked the space, which we left it with no tickets attached. Situated in the car we begin to navigate through the crowded city streets, destined to get out of the city as fast as we can. Finally after maneuvering through traffic like a racecar driver we made it to the interstate with a goal of getting home as soon as possible. As we exited the city I remember looking back at the skyline in awe of how big it was, perhaps a different time and different circumstance I would be able to enjoy this concrete jungle. Just as the skyline began to vanish a subway car zipped past our car hauling in the other direction towards the city, almost as a reminder for me to never come back to this pitiful