Grand Central Terminal, A Love Story.


I read somewhere once that more than 750,000 people pass through Grand Central every day. In college I would visit almost daily for various internships and class assignments to The Metropolitan Museum of Art or to study at The New York Public Library, and on weekends the clock was the designated meeting spot for family and friends before exploring the city. My dad and I have eaten at every restaurant and I’ve purchased everything from newspapers and packs of highlighters (reading heavy majors) to bottles of wine and last minute Halloween costumes (don’t ask) at its various stores. Grand Central became an integral part of my daily life, but no matter how busy I was I would always stop and watch everyone in the terminal run around.

Now when I go to Grand Central I’m never in a hurry to catch a train to get back to school for a class. It has changed a lot since 2006, but a lot has also stayed the same. Everyone has their favorite places in the city — Grand Central is, and will always be, one of mine; as a place where I go to get a little peace (sounds crazy, I know) and for its magic. More than 750,000 people pass through Grand Central every day and I wonder if anyone feels the same way I do when they stand in the terminal and watch the world run around.