It hit me last week as I was rushing to catch a train in Grand Central, barreling through throngs of tourists gazing at the famed turquoise ceiling: I love New York. Well, I guess this wasn’t exactly a sudden realization. I have always loved trips into the city, dating back to the days of seeing The Lion King on Broadway and eating lunch at the ESPN Zone. Until now, I have taken New York City for granted. Just about everything I’ve ever wanted to see or do has been just an hour-long train ride away. When I get bored with what Wilton has to offer and need a change of scenery, it is easy to catch a train and escape to a world teeming with culture. With the prospect of moving away from Wilton next year comes the reality of parting with the city as well.
Luckily, my family loves New York City as much as I do and never hesitates to take advantage of what it has to offer. Over the past several years, my brother and I have spent countless hot summer days exploring downtown restaurants and boutiques. Last spring I was reading an Arthur Miller play in English class, so my parents and I bought tickets to see Death of a Salesman on Broadway, which later went on to receive seven Tony Award nominations. Over the summer, my friend and I were bored, so we decided to hop on a train and see the latest exhibit at the Met. Just last week, a few of my friends and I bought tickets at the last minute to see the Allman Brothers Band at the Beacon Theater (a night which ended, as I mentioned, with us rushing through Grand Central so we wouldn’t miss the last train). I’ve never had to go without this wealth of entertainment, so the idea of spending the next four years away from the greatest city on Earth adds a sense of sadness to the overall excitement of going away to college.