I lived in New York City the summer after I graduated college, which wasn't enough time. I fell quickly and deeply in love with the eccentricities of New York City so I was sad to leave. Every time I start to miss the city I review a journal entry I wrote while living there. It's titled, "Sounds of NYC". I wrote about slamming breaks, cursing passersby, singing cell phones, peeing dogs, beckoning street vendors, kissing lovers, etc. It is amazing how simply listening in Bryant Park one afternoon was enough memory of the city's character for me. Now I try to take more time to listen to the sounds of each place I visit.