Well, time flies and it is time for me to leave NYC now. Living in this famous city for half a year, I did kinda like this city a lot, and felt lucky that I had this opportunity. The first impression of this city wasn't that good, dirty, polluted, busy, crowded, and etc. However, as a big city with tons of thousands people living in it, what else could you expect? As I live here longer, I find so many interesting things in this city. It is not a place you could fall in love with at the first sight, it is a city you need to stay longer in order to feel its fantasy. Except Broadway's musical, and fifth avenue's fancy stores, there are many other interesting things going on in this city, such as some Irish pubs, Grand Central gallary, MOMA, furniture store on east 14th Street, all different kinds of restaurants, and etc. It is also famous for cheesecake, chestnuts, cup cake, hot dog. You always could find something new here. Maybe leaving makes me miss this city a lot, just like one of my friends said "Haven't left this place, but start missing it." That's exactly what I feel now.
My roommate went out with me a lot recently, and we spent a lot of time together, but we still had a lot of plans haven't been fulfilled. I promise her to make our plans come true sometime in future if I've ever had chance to go back to this city. She starts crying now, which makes me feel sad. My roommate is like my guardian. She would call me if she came back home without seeing me around, she would worry about me if I caught a cold or felt sick, we made good food together to celebrate some happy things in our lives, we shared some good books we've read and watched TV together. Oh, don't cry. We will see each other again sometime, somewhere, and somehow. Thanks for being my company.
My roommate went out with me a lot recently, and we spent a lot of time together, but we still had a lot of plans haven't been fulfilled. I promise her to make our plans come true sometime in future if I've ever had chance to go back to this city. She starts crying now, which makes me feel sad. My roommate is like my guardian. She would call me if she came back home without seeing me around, she would worry about me if I caught a cold or felt sick, we made good food together to celebrate some happy things in our lives, we shared some good books we've read and watched TV together. Oh, don't cry. We will see each other again sometime, somewhere, and somehow. Thanks for being my company.
