My Trip to New York City - Michael Evans

In my junior year of high school, I went to New York City with my Creative writing class. At home I lived in the woods where nature surrounded me almost all the time, I was used to the open spaces, dirt roads, and endless trees. Knowing this, I still went to New York City. When I got to New York City I was amazed. There were so many buildings, huge rises, miles of roads, thousands upon thousands of cars, but there weren’t any trees. True there were parks some, a few trees here and there, but for the most part they weren’t there. I loved my first few days there, having fun experiencing the new places and things I’d never seen. But I soon wanted to go home. I felt entirely too closed in by the city that surrounded me. I wanted my open spaces and endless trees again, I wanted the quiet noise of the country rather than the overwhelming roar of the city. I felt sick in the city after a while, not wanting to stay around the bustling crowds and neon building signs. When I did get home I spent a lot of time outside just walking around and soaking in the nature I lived with. I realized on my trip that nature was more important to me than the technology the city provided. The city could never be my home, though I could venture there for a short time. I needed the nature that I have always lived with.