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Bright lights, thousands of people all rushing to be somewhere, skyscrapers, the smell of coffee and
hotdogs and taxi fumes. New York. If you’ve ever been there, you can pinpoint the exact smell, the
people constantly going and never stopping. That’s what I like about it; the way everyone around
you is going 100 miles a minute and they don’t stop.
You always hear people talk about how they don't understand why anyone would want to live there. I love New York; in
fact, I want to live in New York. I love all the noise and all the people. It's the perfect place to start over. Nobody cares
about your past there, nobody even knows your name. You could recreate yourself if you wanted to.
I was 13 when I first went to New York; I went with my best friend Emma. Emma and I are one in the same, but you’d
never figure that if you saw us together.
We arrived in New York at about 10 p.m., and we decided to go ahead and get some sightseeing out of the way. Bad idea.
We settled on the Empire State Building, but the 86th floor was even windier and even colder than we had expected. The
chill of the air was nipping at our noses. 1,000 pictures later, and we had finally decided that we should grab a bite to eat
and turn in for the night.
I woke up that next morning and the first thing I smelled was coffee. This is the one thing Emma and
I have in common; the love of coffee. Needless to say, Starbucks was the first place we stopped,
after departing from the hotel. I ordered a Caramel Latte, and Emma ordered the same.
The day was filled with shopping bags, the Statue of Liberty, pizza, shopping bags, and taxis. Emma
and I probably wound up at each store twice, and the Starbucks about four times. The ride through
Central Park in a horse-led carriage was the best, though. We ate Italian for dinner that night, and
we split a cannoli.
After dinner, we returned to our hotel for a movie and showers. The hotel wasn't nasty, but it wasn't five-star either. Emma
took first shower and I laid out my outfit for the next day. It was supposed to rain most of the day. After we both had taken
a shower, we set up the movie.
The weather man was right, the rain was pouring when I woke up the next morning. I put on the outfit and threw my hair
up in a bun. I woke up Emma and started on my make-up. We only had 2 more days in New York, we had to get up and get
on it. When I stepped outside, I could smell the rain in the air, a sure sign of spring.
We stopped at Starbucks again for our morning coffee, then headed off to Rockefeller Center. We went to the observation
deck, and saw what had seemed to be the whole city. I felt like I was on top of the world, looking down on the entire city.
We took 1,000 more pictures and set off for some more shopping. When we began to tire out from all the walking, we
stopped and ate at the Hard Rock Cafe. Emma and I split a steak, then ordered ice-cream.
We spent most of the night wandering around Times Square, watching all the people and the street performers. The