There is something about New York that lures the unsuspecting heart into believing its shimmering skyscrapers and busy streets could serve as a home. Though the transit system proves confusing (I received a $100 fine for failing to realize the Metrocard must be swiped at a stall on the sidewalk before entering the bus) and most everyone is absorbed in their own minds (dear snarky sir who served me coffee, it would not hurt you to at least feign gratitude for a cheerful, inquisitive customer), the bustle of people and the concentration of talent invigorate the extrovert in me. Every time I visit, I leave in a state of confusion and discontent, simultaneously anxious for my own bed but already prepared to return again soon.

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