That elated feeling when you walk down 50th Street, following a night on Broadway / Off Broadway, look downtown and see Times Square in the distance. Hot air rises into the night sky which is completely lid up by neon lights and LEDs. The smell of burnt chestnuts hangs in the air and somewhere someone is laughing before the sound of a police car drowns out anything else. Or when you walk anywhere else in New York and you happen to look up suddenly to notice the Empire State Building: exiting Penn Station; Bryant Park; an East Side cafe. Or when you visit friends in Brooklyn, walk out on their balcony and see the Statue of Liberty in the distance. In my fifth month of living in New York, these are the moments that take my breath away.