This weekend the hubby and I jetted across the country for a friend’s wedding, that happened to be on Long Island, which meant that we got to spend a day in NEW YORK CITY!!! Most people get excited about NYC because it’s home to Broadway, amazing museums and more, but for me, it’s really my second home. After moving in June I have really missed the city, but not for its touristy qualities, but for it’s welcomeness. Its where some of my best friends live, it’s where I met my husband and where we fell in love. New York City helped make me who I am today (cheesy sounding but totally true). I totally forgot to take photos, mainly since we spent a lot of time playing with my friend Karen‘s puppy. In my brief return to the city I realized a few things:
- I have lately felt like an old lady, going to be early, waking up early, not going out much but in New York I was always staying up late/waking up early/constantly doing something in NYC because it’s so full of energy. I know that I was excited to arrive Friday night but I felt like I could have gone out after we checked into our hotel at 1 a.m. because the city oozes this excitement. The time difference probably didn’t help since I thought it was three hours earlier most of the time, but still, as soon as I saw the skyline I was fully awake. That energy crossed the Hudson to me at Newark Airport as we made our way into the city.
- The food is amazing. Seriously: Shake Shack and Momofuku aka pork bun heaven. I think I could live on these. Also the many street vendors and smells of Nuts for Nuts or Halal that permeate the city: love. That will never change.
- I really need to buy me some grey nail polish, totally forgot to get it at Target the other day. But seriously, ah, want.
- Penn Station will always smell bad.
- NYC will always be there for me. I know that sounds crazy but it felt like we had never left. Sure it was winter and not summer, so the temperature was completely different, but I felt like nothing had really changed. I know that it’s really only been 6 months but it reminded me that no matter how long I’m gone for it will always be special and feel like home. At the end of the day, my home is really where I am with James. And I know one day we would love to return and live in NYC but only if it works out and is right for us then. For now we’re on the West Coast, and in a few years somewhere else, but for five glorious years home was NYC and I wouldn’t trade those years for anything in the world.
If you’ve never been to New York City you must go. For reals. And don’t just do the touristy things, make sure you walk around a neighborhood, by which I mean East Village, West Village, UES, UWS…anywhere that real New Yorkers live, not up and down the stores on 5th Ave. Find a deli or coffee shop. Another idea: venture to another borough (Brooklyn, Queens, Bronx, or Staten Island–although that’s much more suburby-y) and explore.
I can’t wait to go back to NYC again soon and hopefully for longer. There are more restaurants I want to get back to or try, and more people to see, but in the meantime I will have fun out here in Washington and always remember New York City fondly.