We're here visiting the Big Apple for a few days (do people still call it that?) and I'm falling in love with my daydream of living in this city again. It's amazing how quickly I feel like I could give up my country roads for a chance to live here. Yesterday as we were walking around I was describing our hypothetical life to Mike; "and this is where I could jog and we could walk cliff, and oh! We'd have to figure out where to buy our meat from and hopefully find an apartment with a rooftop so I could have some planters (priorities)" Of course there are a few obstacles to such a dream, namely, as I understand it, it's hard to just up and move to 'merica ... Maybe we could find someone wanting to leave trumpdom and swap places? ;) I think it's because I feel like this city taps into all my lonely places.I like the idea that there are always people around to talk to; that if you decide, you can go for a walk late at night and there's cabs whizzing by reminding you aren't the only one awake. I like that little market stands are open late into the night and you can do unconventional things like pick up some fresh produce at 2 am on your way home from drinks with friends. And I like the idea that your apartment has been lived in by so many different people before you. And that there's never enough time to see and do all the things that are going on in the city. It just seems like there are endless possibilities here. I know there are anywhere, but here I really feel it. I can see why so many New Yorkers are people like us who have fallen in love with the city and they just find some way to make locating here work. Of course I say all of this but I still want to have chickens and a long driveway lined with apple trees and apparently that's all hard to do in the City. Sigh - how many different little choose your own adventures have I written for us? For now, do all the travelling and seeing of things when we have he chance!
Yesterday we spent the day walking around Central Park trying not to look like tourists - which is hard when you just wanna take a picture all the time (I'm still trying to stick to my goal of not always having my phone; it's a ridiculously hard one to keep when you get to spend Sunday in Central Park). June fell asleep as we were trucking her stroller through "the ramble" (this vortex of uneven pathways with a bunch of sets of stairs in the middle of the park) which we walked into haphazardly but I think the bumps lulled her to sleep, which was good because our discount airline tickets meant we actually took every mode of transportation to get here from Ontario (car-boat-plane-mono rail-train- cab) and she was pretty worn out. I took her on the carousel in the park and she tried her best to enjoy it but I think she was a bit young for it still ... (I thought she would like the music but it turns out the giant wooden horses are maybe a hard concept to understand if you are less than a year old. Fair enough.) After that we had Shake Shack for lunch and the burger definitely lived up to the hype! So perfectly juicy and sized. Love a petite burger that scratches the itch but doesn't make you feel like you become the burger at the same time ;)
Mike and I ended the day at a speak easy on a little date and it was so great to talk and spend some time enjoying each other's company. All in all, soaking up all the city has to offer! We love you New York!
Riding in a cab without a car seat; so strange. June was just mesmerized by all the lights and sounds when we got out of Penn Station.