On Monday my mom and I returned from our 4 day trip to New York City. We had been waiting for this for months, and now there's that melancholy feeling of losing something you'd been looking forward to. But my brain is still humming from those days, so I do have a kind of counterbalance emotion.
I'd been to New York a few times before, once on a high school fine arts trip, when i was 15, and once when I was a camp counselor in Connecticut, the summer I was 19. In general, I have a terrible memory, but I only remember little bits and pieces of those times. Silly stuff, too, like the bathroom in the Trump Tower having pink marble on the walls, or the price of sandwiches at Grand Central Station. Sometimes I feel like my brain didn't truly "wake up" until I was 21 or 22. But that's another post for another day....
It's an overwhelming place, but I can see how it gets under people's skin and keeps them there. My legs feel restless these past couple days, I actually miss the constant walking. I wish we could have spent an entire day on the High Line, I wish we could have explored more neighborhoods. But I know it's not going anywhere and I, Lord willing, have many more chances to return.
More photos & stories later this week.