by Amanda Deltuvia.

I have had the privilege of traveling to many wonderful cities around the world. Not without the price tag or the jet lag. The reason I was inspired to murder my bank account and horribly attempt to become an insomniac to travel was due to my frequent escapes to New York. At 17 I was tugging at my mother’s clothes, begging her to let me hop the train and head to the Big Apple. I was starving for the lights, the sounds, the rush and most importantly, the art. New York often boasts as being one of the greatest cities in the world, as it rightfully should. Other cities, such as Rome, Paris, Milan, Dublin and Berlin have hundreds upon thousands of years of history. That factor alone could easily seduce any tourist into a quick favoritism.

Times Square at night. Always crowded but always a must-see!

New York stepped in as a newbie in comparison, to rise up to become one of the biggest travel destinations in the world for culture and witnessing American living. The city is raw, real. No pretty historical monuments to cover its personality (because, lets face it, New Yorkers would probably get annoyed at The Colosseum blocking roadways). The New York skyline is a beautiful, modern silhouette of the older skylines of European countries. At night, the lights stream through all of the skyscraper windows and out into the world. From a distance, it looks like Christmas lights dancing on the Hudson River. I would take a breath in and automatically become enamored. It’s a collision Mecca of culture, confidence and insanity.

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