The Lame Chick: Rooted

  As I take my first steps out of the Port Authority in New York City, I am instantaneously reminded of what it’s like to be alive. The air is charged with an electricity that evokes the wonderment of childhood, and the excitement of adventure. Every twitch of the eye is met with, not just vision, but A vision…something to behold, a treasure to save for a rainy day. Whether your curiosity brings you uptown, downtown, or on a journey through the boroughs, you will experience a sensory overload of the highest degree.
Intricate architecture that seems to live in the clouds, draws your eye up to the heavens, where you suddenly question if there ever really was a limit to possibility. The flashing, flickering lights of Broadway dazzle you into believing that even your own name is grand enough to sit atop a pulsating marquee. In the hustle and bustle of the busy streets, you can’t help but feel inexplicably monumental and insignificant at the same time. The entire city, a museum of celebrated relics, reminding you of the centuries-long quest for the American dream, and the battles still being fought in the names of freedom and justice.
No culture goes unnoticed; No demographic goes unrepresented. You have entertainment of every variety, intriguing delicacies awaiting your discovery, and the joining of comprehensive history and infinite potential at every turn. You can travel the world in a single city and realize that there can be beauty and harmony when worlds collide.

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