Anticipation is maybe the best part of travelling. The story of a man, who chose to stay in his room dreaming about a journey rather than exploring the brutal reality in the book “The Art of Travel,” comes into my mind. Unlike the man, I chose to step out and start my journey around the United States. My first train from Chicago was to New York.
Reality is indeed different from expectation. My expectation of New York City, known as the number of city in the world, had been big – the fantasist picture of “I LOVE NY” t-shirt, the dynamic depiction from the Hollywood movies, stories from my all time favorite series, How I met Your Mother, and the finale of the American Dream in New York’s nightlife. Since I have lived in Seoul, Hong Kong, and, recently Chicago, each of which has its own culture, atmosphere, and pride, New York City, the concrete jungle where dreams are made of, seemed to be the ultimate destination of my urban experience.
As always, reality seldom wins expectation in my life. The “hyper-crowded” streets, dirty subway, and high price level were the realities of NYC. More than half of the people I saw on streets were tourists, and others seemed very stressed. New York, just like Seoul, Hong Kong, and Chicago, was not perfect. There were aspects that people might dislike and I personally hated. However, my seven days of stay in the city gave me some sense of the romance of “New Yorker.”
Everyone was a free soul in New York. Nobody cared about what I wear, eat, or do. Pink high-heels on a black suit, drumming performance in the subway, students with paint all over their clothes jumping around with some jazz music, and Halal food at the park during lunchtime are things I found in New York. The most important thing in New York was myself. This might be considered too “individualistic” to some people, but this kind of mentality combined with the concrete jungle of buildings showed the romance of New York.
What I loved the most about this city were its public parks. Central Park and High Lane Park were one of the most impressive urban public space I ever saw. First, I was impressed with the size of the Central Park. It reminded me of the Olympic Park in Seoul, but I loved the Central Park more. People were reading books, taking a nap, and eating lunch. I could feel the freedom in the middle of the city and the comfort that people were enjoying. I myself pretended to be a New Yorker, reading my Kindle and napping on the grass.
High Lane Park next to the Chelsea Market was brilliant. I respect the designers’ creativity of transforming an old railroad into amazing park. Most of the public spaces I saw in Seoul were just modern and decent, but I saw that spaces can be creatively renovated to preserve its historic significance and antique looks. We should learn from this idea and stop bulldozing places for “the benefit,” like what happened to Cheonggyecheon.
In the urban sociology lecture I took in Northwestern, we discussed what and how the representative tourist spots represent the city. Each place has a value of New York City. Central Park represent the happiness of a brief chilling time of a busy urban life, Statue of Liberty shows the history of immigrants and the American dream, Times Square is an aggregate of commercialization and extravagance, Empire State Building expresses the success and pride of the nation, and Wall Street symbolizes the power of money. These values of New York are all squeezed into couple of representations. The culture, which incorporates the values, of the city starts from these spots. Everyone visits these places when they first come to New York and learn about these values. Although New Yorkers do not visit these places everyday, the values are already spread out in their New York lifestyles. I believe that this is the significance of these so-called “tourists’ places.”
All these values combined, New York creates its own unique ambiance. Some people love it, but some don’t. Although the city showed me different views from what I expected, I tried very hard to feel and appreciate those things during my short stay.