I hear the cars rushing by on the street as I stand by the open window. I feel a waft of wind. Along with it came heavenly aromas from the pizza shop a few houses down: spices, garlic, and fresh dough. As if to tempt me, a pizza deliveryman sputters past heading to a near destination. Then, a harsh reminder of reality hits me as a blast of fumes and other unpleasant aromas hit me. I think within myself, if this is only a small town, I wonder what New York is like.