New York City, the city of lights, money, power, and hardworking people. As beautiful as this sounds, there seems to be something missing. Let’s take a look and see.
Living in New York City is all about not having enough space to even breathe, and that’s not just in your apartment. Walking down the street is the hardest obstacle. Getting on the train at all hours is survival of the fittest. Who will get to the seat first?
However, that is not the worst of it. Imagine having to raise a child in this city. It does not matter how small your stroller is. You will still struggle just walking down the street. It does not matter how wide the street is. New York City is not for the children, or that’s what they want us to believe.
Imagine living in a city where your backyard is literally a tourist attraction. People scattering to take photos, and you’re just trying to go buy your baby some milk, before she starts screaming. The nerve of this city to think that even the smallest little humans do not need room to breathe.
Do not get me wrong, I’m not saying a red carpet should be pulled out for little ones, but people are so unaware of the prejudice new mothers and babies face when they get on a crowded train with a stroller. Some people won’t move, others will just mock them, and the rest just ignore. New York City is known for their prideful civilians that would not give their seat to even the elderly.
Growing up here has opened my eyes to the harshness of living in a huge city. It’s bittersweet. One minute you love it, the next you are ready to pack up and leave. It’s just insane that in such a wealthy city new moms still have to carry their strollers up and down the train stations stairs. Not enough stations offer elevators, or wheelchair accessible ramps that could help those who have strollers or a wheelchair.
Others would say take the bus, but if you have a stroller on a bus, the bus driver asks you to close the stroller, and you are forced the carry your child the whole ride. That defeats the purpose of even having a stroller.
You have to hustle your way through life in the city. The weak do not survive. You have to strategize just to get from point A to point B. It makes you wonder a few times who New York City truly caters to.