I'm not sure when it happened, I cannot conclude whether it was being enveloped by the sky high clouds or when the fresh New York breeze teased my skin. I cannot pinpoint whether it was the banter of strangers or the music of the streets. I cannot choose between the mystical villages or the glamorous skyscrapers. But what exactly happened during my first trip to the Big Apple you may ask? What is it that I cannot make my mind up about? Ah, that is simple. I cannot decide when it was that I knew that I belonged lost within the sea of concrete. I have never felt more at home and more at ease than when I traveled underneath the city. I have never felt more serenity than as I viewed with the company of strangers the sun set along the New York skyline. I have never felt a stronger drive than the intrinsic desire to return to this alternate reality. A dream within a dream is what can adequately embody the experience that was New York City.