Big City Life

After having spent 5 days in the Big Apple (although in some ways it feels a lot longer), I feel like I can make something of a judgment about what it would be like to live here versus my current tiny island home.

Oddly with NYC, I’ve yet to have the same feeling that I do in London: that ideas are being exchanged, wheels are being set in motion, important decisions are being made all around you. Perhaps New York is more commercialised, and it feels like there is a much greater culture of consumerism here that takes away from any sense that the machine merely needs feeding.

NYC also seems to be more multicultural than London, and obviously it is infinitely more so than Guernsey. Seeing how many different kinds of people make up this particular bustling metropolis certainly makes Trump’s anti-immigration rhetoric that much more disappointing, and indeed any other kind of intolerance pretty upsetting.

The food here is, naturally, amazing, but there are a lot of people, and both the crowds and the pollution are inescapable, which would start to wear on me were I hear for longer than a week. My anxiety has crept up on numerous occasions but I’m happy to say that thusfar it’s all been manageable, and it hasn’t stopped me doing anything. I think full time big city life is sadly not for me, but it’s been an amazing opportunity to come and marvel at the skyline anyway.