For someone who has lived nearly her whole life in the backyard of the world’s most famous city, I hardly ever write about New York City. Maybe it’s the fact I’ve lived near it my whole life and it’s always been there–the familiar concrete jungle I have never been entirely comfortable with. Recently I have been trying to make an effort to get out of Midtown Manhattan (and away from the tourist hordes in Times Square which to my great chagrin is right by my office) and explore the different neighborhoods in Manhattan. One of those places I have become fascinated with is the High Line.
The High Line is an elevated freight rail line that runs above the Manhattan streets that has been refurbished into an urban park. Originally built in the 1930s, the train tracks were elevated off the street where they used to run in the 1800s…
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