Through Different Eyes

About two and a half years ago, while living in Baltimore, I decided to take a day trip up to New York to explore the city a little and specifically, to spend a beautiful spring day in Central Park. I took the train up and when I stepped out of Penn Station, right in front of Madison Square Garden, I was inundated with the honking of horns, the sight of really tall buildings and the rush of a ton of people hurrying every which way. It was completely overwhelming and a totally new experience.

Today, during my lunch break, I took the same steps out of Penn Station. But what I was greeted with was what has become my daily bombardment of noise, that I take more or less for granted. The streets were familiar, I knew exactly which way to go and where I was headed. It was a totally different feeling than that day two and a half years ago.

It's weird how quickly we get used to what was once so alarming and different.