New York City. The Big Apple. The City that Never Sleeps. From the countless movies and television shows set in this city, it is a destination that has always mesmerized me and has sat on my bucket list for years. But, it is also a place that I never prioritized visiting because it put me way out of my comfort zone. The thought of visiting created inside me a long list of fears and worries, but when I had the perfect opportunity to go, I couldn't pass it up.

My Small-Town Roots

You see, I’m a small-town girl, born and raised in the West. While growing up, I moved often, but spent most of my childhood in a remote town in southern Utah with a population of approximately 1,500 people. We had zero stoplights, one grocery store, and dozens of outdoor activities (including two national parks) within minutes of my front door. Several times each month, my family would make a two-hour, round-trip drive to the nearest city for essential household items and groceries. My family knew everyone in town, and everyone knew us.

Not only is the small-town vibe what I know, it is what I love. As you drive down the road, you wave to everyone you pass – even if you don’t know them.  Shopping takes hours because you see multiple neighbors and friends. The slower pace of daily life is comfortable, enjoyable, and less stressful.

An Opportunity to Step Out of My Comfort Zone

I love to travel and explore, but I primarily stick to the West Coast, Hawaii, and the Midwest. I have explored very little of the East Coast. However, when the opportunity came to visit New York City with two of my sisters, I knew I had to go. My wanderlust was strong.

The flights were booked. The hotel room was reserved. Our itinerary was starting to fill up with attraction after attraction. But now, my fears of the city began to play through my mind. I began to worry about the fast pace of the city, figuring out the subway, how to prevent pickpocketers, and even the stress of dealing with rude people. I pictured NYC filled with execs and celebrities — a very different demographic than the many agricultural towns I have called home over the years.  

However, as soon as the skyline came into my view as our taxi drove closer to the heart of the city, I knew it was love at first sight, and each activity, attraction, and bagel made me even more smitten.

What I Found

We spent four days exploring as much of the city as possible. Of course, we explored many popular tourist attractions like Central Park, Rockefeller Square, the Empire State Building, and the 9/11 Memorial and Museum. We enjoyed a Broadway show, sat on the stairs of the Met, and enjoyed a sunset from an observation deck. My sisters and I were on the go from the early morning until the stars came out. I wanted to take it all in.

As we explored, I found absolute beauty.  It was not the natural beauty I grew up admiring at Utah’s national parks. Rather, it was a beauty found only in this concrete jungle. I was not only enchanted by the unique architecture of the skyscrapers and homes but also by the parks and green spaces all throughout the city. Central Park was breathtaking, with hidden gems everywhere you look. And as a runner, I was even a little jealous of the countless individuals I saw jogging around the park.

I was very nervous about the people I’d meet as New Yorkers are often depicted as unfriendly and cold, opposite of the communities I’ve known throughout my life. However, I found that to be completely false. Whenever we felt a little lost, had questions, or even wondered where we could find the best pizza nearby, someone was always ready to give a hand and recommendation. Our taxi drivers were kind and willing to do whatever was necessary to get us to our destination on time. Even people on the subway were helpful when mechanical issues forced everyone off the train somewhere in Queens.

The talents of people in NYC were unforgettable. From watching a Broadway show to listening to a lone man play the piano in Washington Square, I was constantly impressed. As we walked along Wall Street, near the United Nations, and in many other areas around the city, I’d see people dressed to the nines or in various work uniforms, and I wanted to know their stories — who they were, what they did for a living, what their family life was like. In small towns, you know a lot about people but here, there was so much diversity that the journalistic side of me was just begging to be unleashed. Questions continually popped into my head as I explored.

However, I did fully unleash one unique side of me — my foodie side. In small towns, the mom-and-pop cafes and restaurants feel like sitting at your grandma's table, but the options are limited. Here, I ate bagels the size of my head, pizza perfectly baked and with astounding flavors, and cheesecake that I'm pretty sure came from heaven. My taste buds were in overdrive throughout my entire visit.

As I flew across the country at the end of my trip, I realized that while small towns will always have a piece of my heart, there’s now a small corner filled with a love of something new — something completely unlike the places I’ve called home. Fear kept me back all of these years from crossing off one of the most fascinating places on my bucket list. It kept me from finding beauty I had never seen before and flavors that I find myself still craving. I sure love my small towns, but I’m forever grateful I stepped out of my comfort zone to explore. NYC was certainly not what I expected — it was better.

Has your travels ever caused you to step out of your comfort zone? What did you find along the way? We’d love to hear your thoughts!