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My mom, auntie and I are just about to land in Anchorage, Alaska to visit my Mimi and Papa. Before we land all I can see outside the airplane window is mountain upon mountains of snow which for some reason reminded me of cookies n'cream ice cream. The brown in the mountains covered by snow resembledn the oreo cookies engolfed in that yummy vanilla ice cream which made me smile.
I was so excited to finally be in Alaska to see my grandparents. I could barely contain myself as we gathered our bags. I remember feeling so glad about wearing two layers of clothing because it was freezing cold. Just wearing one layer of clothing had to be unbearable. As soon as i saw in the distance of the lobby in the airport next to the case of a stuffed polar bear, I saw my Mimi and my Papa. The feeling of cold no longer mattered. With luggage and all, I tumbled on over with my big oversized snowboots and my gigantic snowsuit and was greeted with big bear hugs and warm sweet potato pie kisses.
I have lived in both the city and nature and from experience, I consider myself a city person. Born and raised in the city for almost all my life has instilled in me the fast pace of life and therefore makes it very difficult for me to adapt to nature's secluded and serene atmosphere. Unlike nature, the city is very diversified, provides numerous activities to get involved in and many interesting places to explore. By living in the city, you get to interact with different people from different place and also learn about other cultures.
I unloaded the car with our vast array of beach supplies ranging from a rainbow beach umbrella to a cooler full of goodies. I glace for a moment to the sand below us, scoping out what might be the perfect spot for a perfect beach day. There it is, wide open, and ours for the taking. My family and I gather our belongings, trying to take everything in one trip. I carry two boogie boards, my towel, extra clothes, and a bag of toys for my niece and nephews.
Living in the city gave me the opportunity to become more or less independent in terms of being on my own on the streets. I rode bus #15 that took me to and fro from school during my four years in high school. It was one of those new buses that was powered by natural gas. Eventually, I lost the fear of traveling alone in a setting surrounded by the fast pacing rush of traffic, noise, people, etc. My bus rides were interesting, each day was a different adventure. On some occasions I would spend talking with complete strangers wearing ragged clothing, contained the combined odor of urine and filth, and most often they were missing teeth. Most were mentally ill so I just merely played along with their ridiculous stories or claims.
I'm deeply connected to nature-friendly, small town life. Though I appreciate urban culture and gorgeous archiecture of many historical cities, growing up in a suburban area molded my desires and dislikes of the human impression on nature. Gardens and quiet parks remind me of home- fields of grass and orchard territory are always in sight from my window. It's been my lifelong sanctuary, and in one small town I would find a profound connection between humans and nature.
Although I reside on Elm Street in a neighborhood named Cypress Park in L.A., Freddy Krueger has never shown up on my doorsteps. It’s a nice and serene place where everyone gets along with one another and depends on each other to keep the neighborhood in the best possible condition we can. Just like any other towns gangs do exist, but as a young adult one must know how to stay away from them. In a city of constant commotion one must be able to adapt to any changes that take place even if they’re unreasonable, making us become dependable quickly.
Through my experiences as a tourist I have found that there are basic steps to becoming acquainted to a city. The first step is the initial fright and overwhelming feeling that comes when you enter a new city. Everything around is new and strange . The city seems like a blur passing by. Next comes complicated and yet simple of figuring out ways to get around whether it be by car or public transportation. Once this is figured out much of the city experience comes to life and endless opportunities are opened. The next step involves going to many of the tourist attractions and discovering the things that make the city famous. Through this step you begin to appreciate and enjoy the city. The next step, if time allows, is the assimilation to the city as local and not so touristy attractions are found. Every city offers a different and new experience that is exciting and just makes you want to discover more and more cities.
Mother nature is so relaxing, soothing, and beautiful. It really gets you in touch with your inner self, but its not for me. I'am a city person, born and raised in the city. Theres nothing like the the enourmous towers in downtown LA or the fast space movement. The city gives a rush and excitment you get no where. The diversity you find in the city is increidble. One can find from Nicaraguense to Japanase.
"Vroosh," the waves crash beside me as I jump into the warm, clear water. I place my snorkel gear on my face, suctioning the mask over my eyes and nose, and clench my teeth over the tube. I place my head underwater and the silence of the breeze and the chirp of the seagulls disappear. I prepare myself for my underwater adventure.
I've always considered myself a city person.Mainly because that is where I spent my whole life.Running down the sidewalk,tripping over cracks, and playing red light green light.The area where it seemed too crowded and way too busy,where one can get lost within a second of lookin down. I had become accustomed to the city and thought that since I was able to live in this environment it must have been my preference.This one vacation made me have a different perspective. I was faced with the challenge of realizing if the city was meant for me or had I been living through it cause I had no other choice.
I am from a small city, Whittier, which is located between Los Angeles and Orange County. I’m far enough from the city to avoid most of the L.A. traffic, but close enough that I feel the impact of the news, government, and even the L.A. lifestyles. The city life can be easily summarized as people always on the go, traffic, and life at every angle you look. Though, one might want to escape this place of consistent movement, I love it and live for it. Life in the city contains a variety of people with many different backgrounds. The diversity of the city is intriguing, and allows you to learn different cultural traditions and ways of life without the use of a passport.
Before I could even breathe the much-deserved sigh of relief that comes with the feeling of having freshman year under my belt, and the stress of finals lifted off of my shoulders, I was on a plane headed straight for Hawaii. Five hours of staring out the window while breathing stale, re-circulated air, was plenty of time for me to not only reflect on my first year of college, but also wonder what was in store for me in the coming seven weeks of island living. At about the four and a half hour point, when I was about to go crazy from the constant hiss of the adjustable air conditioning nozzle above me, and the relentless drone of the engines, I could see the first blob of land in the Hawaiian island chain.
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