Most Washingtonians love New York! In fact, I know very few who don’t make it up to the Big Apple at least once per year. Zach and I travel their regularly, at least twice per year, usually more. But in all of our times of visiting, we had never been to Brooklyn.
The Brooklyn Bridge is awe-inspiring. Reminding you of just how small you are in this big world. It sounds cliche, but I love all of the bright lights and myriads of different people. Each person with an entirely different story to tell.
When Zach and I ventured across the bridge, I was struck by all of the different languages that I was hearing, people I was seeing, all come to New York to enjoy everything the city has to offer, and the beautiful view of it from the Brooklyn Bridge.
I think almost every American has a little romance with New York. And that visit to the Brooklyn Bridge reminded me that it is a love story shared by folks all across the globe.
Perhaps part of the charm of New York is that it does expose one to all of the different cultures, lives, and stories of people who both grew up in the city and those who traveled across the world to fulfill the American dream. New York, with all of its boroughs, exemplifies the American vision of a melting pot.
Lady Liberty reads:
Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door. ~ Emma Lazarus
I see it as a continuing call upon all of us to love our neighbor as we love ourself.
I’m always sad when I leave New York, but I can’t wait until the next time when I get to explore one more facet, meet one new person, and be exposed to another aspect of America. I hope that I can bring some of that “love-your-neighbor” sentiment back to D.C.
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He executes justice for the fatherless and the widow, and loves the sojourner, giving him food and clothing. ~ Deuteronomy 10: 18