The first time my feet touched the sidewalks of New York City was the last time and that was a little more than ten years ago – probably closer to 13. It was before the first kid came along and few months after I married my man. My mom and I took a very nerve wracking bus trip with her fellow bank workers to be entertained by the Rockette’s and mesmerized by the beauty of steel architecture. The bus driver was learning how to drive – he was a bit unaccustomed to changing gears, grinding them so badly I thought the bus would lose brakes and we’d have a “Speed” situation on our hands (minus the bomb and Keanu).
Too scared to take the subway, mom and I stuck to the famous streets before the evening’s show. We waited in line FOREVER to eat lunch at some place overlooking some famous street. Don’t ask me what I ordered (probably chicken fingers) or if it was tasty. I didn’t let the food sit too long on my tastebuds before pushing it down my throat, trying to ease the hunger pains as quickly as possible. I doubt I ordered an alcoholic beverage, as this was before I found a taste for wine and whiskey. Looking back, I regret not ordering a Long Island ice tea. What was I thinking?
I was getting pretty cold as the evening approached, so what else was there to do but go to Macy’s? It was the first time I was ever in a Macy’s. York, our York here in PA, has a Macy’s at the West Manchester Mall. When Macy’s came to the West Manchester Mall I was highly disappointed in them. They must have fallen on hard times to have come to us. Lancaster? I could see that a little more easily. York? WTH? It makes the grey fleece I bought that day (and still wear faithfully with a smile on my face) in NYC a little more cheap, 2nd classish.
Macy’s in NYC has wooden escalators. I thought that was pretty cool.
NYC has a beauty that is of the level I see here in my countryside everyday. My thoughts, as I looked straight up, attempting to see the top of the skyscrapers from the puny height of 5′ 3″, was that this too, was beautiful. I mean beautiful. Driving away from NYC that night, in the bus with the scary driver and the burned out breaks, I looked out my window (mom gave me the window seat) and watched the city sky line. I loved the lights, the river, the bridge. There was and is so much more of this city that mom and I want to see. Mom, we need to go back. Maybe during the summer this time.
This was supposed to be a post about how I believe I could live almost anywhere. I didn’t realize how much space my 1st NYC trip would consume here on this page. I’ll have to write about that another night.
What are your memories of NYC? What big city have you been to/lived in?