Comfortably Not NYC

I have no time to write anymore. Literally. I barely have time to do my homework, and it is currently 12 25 in the morning. I should be in bed. But I want to share this. 

I have just finished writing my second English paper, and I've hated writing both. Nevertheless, I'm rather fond of the beginning paragraphs, so I felt compelled to put them up on my blog, since they resemble a rant more than an actual essay. Perfect, right? The rest of the essay will be just for my teacher's eyes, however, because it just gets progressively more dull from that point on, and the last thing I would want is to bore you.

Anyway, here it is, an excerpt from my English essay, "Comfortably Not NYC":

Someone once said that New York City has an admirer, a copycat. This "wannabe" city is Toronto, Ontario, Canada, and it is trying everything to become the next Big Apple.

Whoever said that has clearly never been to Toronto, however, because while there are some similarities, the two cities are far from being very alike. New York is like a Granny Smith - popular but not always pleasant - while Toronto is more of a Red Delicious: alluring, attractive, and easy on the taste buds. The capital of the world is big and impersonal, home to cutthroat businessmen and bankers, where the cream of the crop go to discover that they are not the cream of the crop. It belittles you, this city, makes you feel inferior, inadequate. It's the most brutal of reality checks, where happiness goes to gain perspective.

Toronto does not boast the same cruelly tense environment. While just as big, it is nowhere near as unfriendly or condescending, nor is it heading in that direction. Even the business district lacks the intimidation that one would generally anticipate in business districts. If New York City is home to every type of stress known to man (and many more that are not), Toronto is the complete opposite: it's comfortable. 

Feel free to agree or disagree with these statements at will. I had to rewrite this from the Word document, since for some reason copy and paste just won't work. Now it's time for me to make an attempt to get in bed before one in the morning. 

See what I do for you? 

Wearily yours, 

Aya