New York in the Fall
“I look out the window and I see the lights and the skyline and the people on the street rushing around looking for action, love, and the world's greatest chocolate chip cookie, and my heart does a little dance.”
- the late, great Nora Ephron
Alright, I get it now.
I've traveled to New York City several times in my life, starting with my high school choir trip to sing at Carnegie Hall when I was 16, once again during spring break in college, and a time or two here and there otherwise. But. My last trip just a couple of weeks ago was the first time I really fell for the city. Like, the I-could-totally-live-here-someday thoughts entered my brain and stayed with me until I boarded my flight back home to Seattle. The small Chelsea apartment my girlfriends and I rented for the week felt cozy, and suddenly the thought of living in a teeny tiny apartment with no elevator didn't feel so crazy. We bought flowers for our kitchen table and ordered take-out from the yummy Thai restaurant downstairs. We pretended to be New Yorkers for a week. We did it our way and sought out the places that felt the most like us.
Once, New York was too big and cold for me. I never hated it, but I never loved it. Now, I totally get it.
It's been a dream of mine to visit NYC in the fall, and I can say with complete certainty that the city did not disappoint! How lucky are those of us who get to see the things we want to see and experience the things we wish to experience?
I love being a little tourist in this big old world.