I remember the first time I went to the city by myself, the rush, the excitement, the thrill. It was all so new to me and I craved the unfamiliar. It was different to what I was used to and thats why I loved it. Going back for the first time in a long time, it was just a city. No room to walk, chaotic, noisey, fast pace. All the things I used to love about the city that does not sleep, suddenly became everything that I was in love with was gone. I was in love with the moment and the feeling. Looking at the city today, I love the lines the streets make when they intersect with large buildings with nice architecture.
