Farewell NYC

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New York City's lights still shine in the early morning glow. You can see the Statue of Liberty in the far distance. The tall, green figure is silhouetted by the brightening light of the sun. Your dad has just started driving and the first of the sun's rays shoot over the horizon. It lights the interior of your vehicle. Your mom makes breakfast as you go down the road. The Empire State Building is still lit up red. The Freedom Tower or One World Trade Center rises from the gloomy depths of Ground Zero. In all that America has done, we should have built two again. The symbol rises from the ground where more than 3000 men, women, children perished. The 1776 foot tall tower stands in that spot to commemorate them and America. You hit rush hour even though you are headed out of the city. By the time you go by the "Metlife Stadium", home to the NFL New York Giants, most of the buildings in the skyline have turned off the lights. You are now in NJ(New Jersey). The land around used to be an old dump. You grandfather has told you so many of his childhood stories about this area. The area has really grown up. The marshland near the stadium is home to factories and old warehouses. You passed over the border and into New Jersey shortly before the stadium.

You continue through all of the small towns in the state. The strrets are narrow compared to the west's. Houses don't even have any yards in front. They crowd shoulder to shoulder like people on a New York City subway at rush hour. Some of the houses are older and some are new. MOst are white and have an quaintness about them. You pass through a rich town and into Pennsylvania. The houses in the neighborhood are mostly red brick with beautiful green lawns that sprawl out like parks. The houses seem to be the kings watching over their kingdom.

Further into Pennsylvania you start to climb and descend hills and mountains. They are beautiful with hardwood forests lining the roads. You also pass century old Amish farms with draft horses in the pasture and buggys pulled up to the front of the house. The homes are almost always white. Some look like a modern house with your typical rectangular base and triangular roof, but other have a sort of victorian look. Either way they are beautiful in their archetecture. You see more and more farms as you get closer to Ohio.

When you near the Ohio border it starts to get dark. It slowly grows dark. It is raining when you reach your stop for the night. It is a small town called Morristown, OH. There are no stars from the rain clouds blocking the view. After you climb into bed the rain sends you into a deep slumber.