I first visited New York two weeks after my graduation from middle school and two months before my shift into life as a high schooler. I knew my future in front of me marked change and new beginnings but what I wasn’t expecting was to be altered entirely by the two weeks away I would spend in the big city. I was overwhelmed by creative energy and ideas that existed at every turning corner as soon as a yellow cap took me closer and closer into the company of the skyline. From the graffiti on the walls to the fast moving subway cars and the inhabitants that took them to the architecture and the neon, fluorescent lights shown on them, everything had its place in the chaos yet all made sense. Every night I would go back to my friend’s apartment and crash on their couch, reliving everything that I had just seen from the hours prior. Drifting off to sleep I would just listening to the cacophony of noises that gleamed through the window next to me, hungry for more. It was at this moment that I realized that New York City had become my muse.
