New York was no mere city. It was instead an infinitely romantic notion, the mysterious nexus of all love and money and power, the shining and perishable dream itself.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
New York is a fabled city, a fabulous city.
New York was the Promised Land growing up. Writers were gods! The great gods of American culture... I thought.
New York is a fantastic city.
I loved New York, but I never quite felt like New York was my home either.
I love how New York as an idea is less a paradigm of manifest destiny and more a romance for the social orphans of the world. We live here to be among the towers and the crowds.
People often think of New York as a city, a concrete jungle with soaring skyscrapers and yellow taxis and the bright lights of Times Square. And it is that, in part. But beyond that, it's rolling hills of fruit orchards and fields of grain and ice-cold waters brimming with oysters.
Well the thing is that the New York of 1846 to 1862 was very different from downtown New York now. Really nothing from that period still exists in New York.
I love New York City. The energy, the theatre, the art, the food, the people, the parks and streets. But I could say the same of London or Paris, too.
New York is a special place; it's a city that I love.
And because no matter who you are, if you believe in yourself and your dream, New York will always be the place for you.
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