Personal Narrative Essay: The City That Never Sleeps

The city that never sleeps… It really didn’t. It was getting drowned beneath the flood of lights. The darkness was like a little color detail sneaking around of the skyscrapers at this hot August night. Nobody looked willing to call it a night even though it was way past the midnight. I was standing by one of the bistros scattered around this roof top which included a small swimming pool in the middle. I remembered the first time that I had been in this city. Six years ago as a college student… I had been all excited and tireless. I had walked at the streets for hours with a huge backpack. But tonight, I was tired. Nora, my work buddy, was all excited to be here at this party. She was sipping her adorable looking Daiquiri and looking around

Piano notes were getting combined with joyful laughter of ladies and gentlemen of this party. Our hotel was two block south of this building. My work team, including Nora and three other girls, was enjoying the party after three days of crazy work here in New York headquarter. We had been busy for three days and tonight was the first night out in New York. We were supposed to go back to London in couple of days. I was growing impatient inside. For months, I had been calling each day with him, no matter what. Now, it had been three days apart and those three days felt pretty incomplete. We had been together for seven months and I couldn’t stand the idea of being away from him even for a few days. Thus, I was not really glad to be in this dream city again. I would rather be in my apartment back in London and enjoy a simple night with him. Hell, I was angry with myself, as well. When did I become this clingy? Anyway, I had my martini and good music. I still had material to feel happy and have fun, right? My cell phone’s buzz was like a savior in a dark pit. Kenan’s adorable picture appeared on the

It’s so lonely in this apartment without you.”
“Oh, my big poor man.”
“I’m indeed. And hey, have you talked to Mete, recently? He isn’t answering his phone. ” he asked.
“Nope. I’ve called him earlier today. He must be busy with his grad school registrations. He’ll call back, I guess.” I said. “What are you doing tonight?”
“Nothing. Maybe I go to a bar, meet some ladies. You know; the usual.”
“Oh, great! Maybe I do the same here with my sexy accent.” I said and he laughed. My eyes were roving about lazily while I was talking to Kenan. It was quite colorful around. The exhaustion of my body was flying off with every drop of my martini. The faces were getting blurry but I was feeling much better with him on the line. Then, all of a sudden, one of the faces got not blurry at all. A familiar face… A smiling face to another face in the middle of the crowd… A shining, happy face… That face turned to my face and that smile got frozen in a second. The face raised its eyebrows and I could read the lips saying ‘Excuse me.’ The face got through the crowd and made its way to me. The face was right across me