Excitement soars throughout my body as I’m about to take my first steps onto Times Square. The cool spring air hits my face as I walk down the street of New York City. It wasn’t warm enough for a t-shirt, but it wasn’t cold enough for a jacket. It was the perfect temperature for this early spring evening. The smell of hot dogs and sewage is not a good combination. I try to ignore and focus on just being in New York, but it’s hard because it’s so overwhelming. It makes me want to vomit at times, but I don’t let it affect me much. The bright lights from the build boards are blinding as we make our way towards the restaurant. The noise from the doesn’t help, but that’s the fun of being in New York City.
The bright lights are blinding and some of the people are rude, but the thrill of even being in New York makes it all worth it. As I make my way through the crowd, I hold my purple cross bag tighter, so no one steals it. The eagerness escapes my body as I tell my mom to hurry up because “I want pictures before it gets too crowded.”
My mother and I bump into people are we make our way through the crowd just to find a decent spot to take pictures with. I can feel people staring at me as I go to do the signature pose of my sorority. I feel like they are judging me. It’s a sorority thing, I don’t think most people will understand. My smile grows as I stand in front of tons of billboards. Ones for McDonalds and Broadway shows and AT&T and so many more it’s hard to keep track of them. I feel like I am in a movie and it wasn’t real. We stopped to take a couple of photos. One in front of the red stairs and a selfie. My mom and I head towards “Hard Rock Café” so we can eat dinner before seeing “Kinky Boots.”
As we walk, we pass by more people dressed up as characters, like Elmo, SpongeBob, Minnie and Mickey mouse, and Mario. Still trying to dodge them so we don’t get scammed. Walking down 47th street, there are so many more stores. Like tacky gift shops with “I heart New York '', food stands, and people trying to give you brochures. I still can’t believe that I am in New York City with my mom.