Sorry for the delay in posting! We had a late winter snow storm (shocker) and I've had a lot of extra projects pile up at work. But I'm back.
There are no words to describe this past week. The city is huge and dwarfing. Its sidewalks move quickly and crowds pack closely around you. The air has a heavy aroma, a smell that can’t be described; something like hot dogs and spice and subways. The buildings are giants, the parks are beautiful, the experience unforgettable. It makes you feel brave and full of adventure. The bustle and the vast overwhelming nature of it makes everyone, even if for only for a second, wish they lived in that giant city.
I loved the sights, the tourist attractions. I got into trouble for taking a picture in Tiffany’s (one of the perks of being a tourist is easily faked ignorance). We bartered for purses in the back rooms of Chinatown. We ate wonderful, fabulous Italian food in Little Italy while the waiters smiled and said “bella” in our direction when passing (Italian men do SO much for a girl’s self esteem). Rebecca hailed a cab and we all nearly blew away on top of the Empire State Building. We visited Times Square, 5th Avenue, Broadway, Ground Zero, Battery Park. We even made a sashay into Sleepy Hollow for a day. But what I loved the most was the girl time.
My sister and I planned this trip together, a trip to visit our very gracious cousin. We don’t see her very often, in fact it’s been years. There is something magical that happens to female family members get together; somehow you just pick up wherever you last left off. We laughed, we joked, we slathered ourselves with antibacterial soap in a pack-like sync that only comes with genetically inherited phobias. Rebecca and I got the chance to meet her son, one of the happiest, chattiest little boys I’ve ever been around. He was pure sunshine.
I was sure that once I returned to ‘real life’ I would be sad. Once I eyed my dirty house and piles of laundry, once I sat at my desk for work again, that I would be wistful and longing for the fun to continue. But, it was the perfect vacation. I’m rested (even though we probably tracked miles upon miles each day in the city) and rejuvenated. My mind feels very satisfied. After spending so many moments, so many months longing to do something exciting, I finally got the chance.
Thank you Chandra for the marvelous time. Thank you for all the walking you did, the money you spent, the time you gave us. Thank you for letting us stay in your beautiful home with a guest bath full of marvelous hotel size shampoo bottles! We loved it more than we can express. And hopefully, we’ll see you and your precious family again soon.