Here I am. I have dreamt of going to New York since teenage years. Dream of Central Park and Central Station from romantic movies. Christmas feeling from "Home Alone". New Year's celebration at Times Square. Elite lifestyle and intrigues from "Gossip Girl". Elegance and sophistication from "Breakfast at Tiffany's". Followed Latvian supermodel's life in the world metropolis. Had a quick thought of becoming a stockbroker, influenced by movies about Wall Street. Listened to songs that go about the Empire State, Brooklyn, "concrete jungle where dreams are made of" and state: "[if you] made it here, [you] can make it anywhere". It was an old, unreachable dream but I kept hoping: "One day..."
Here I am, standing on the Brooklyn Bridge. In the city that goes 24/7. My dream of seeing NYC has come true, but the idea of New York as a dream city - vanished. Some people find it inspiring, but I understood it's not for me. I didn't meet my expectations, but I'm still glad I experienced it (you never actually know until you experience it yourself).