I am cleaning up some writings - trip reports, etc. And I stumbled across this little snippet that was probably in response to some thread. I wrote it in August 2018, three months after our last trip, and what may be my last trip for awhile. (This Thanksgiving with its ridiculously cheap hotel rate is out, unfortunately. Even though I get my first vaccination today!!)
Anyway, these memories tugged at my heartstrings a little bit and thought I would share again and I would love to hear from you too. What are your favourite memories that scream NYC to you?
Here’s what I wrote in 2018:
“I don’t have a thing or sight that says “New York” to me. Every trip there is some experience that just seems to touch my soul, and might even bring a tear to my eye. Those experiences are what has addicted me to the city, and the anticipation of the next keeps me coming back again and again.
I’ll always remember exiting the subway station our first night on our first visit, and finding a bustling city scene, people going, and doing, not like the streets at night I was used to.
From the little boy yelling “PIKACHU!!!” at the top of his lungs at the Thanksgiving Day parade, to the doggie carrying the newspaper for his pet parent, to somebody twirling in the falling cherry blossoms at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden. My awe at the first Mets game, the greenery and flowers and parks everywhere, the dog walkers, my lobstertail pastry in the Brooklyn park on a sunny September afternoon. My first NYC hot dog courtesy of Gray’s Papaya enjoyed in Verdi Square being serenaded by a jazz band.
People wonder why I keep going back to New York again and again. It’s because no trip is the same, there’s always something new, and there’s always the pursuit of that next perfect moment.”
