There’s no city like New York City, or at least I haven’t found it yet. There’s a sense of camaraderie, after all, New Yorkers have been through a lot. People are real and no bullshit, yet they are always kind and happy to help with directions.
For the first time, I took the NY subway by myself. It sounds like a small thing to most, but to me, it was huge. I didn’t grow up with public transportation and reading subway maps isn’t easy for me. Granted, I took the #4 train from Folsom St to 86th and back, but hey…small victories. Cool subway conductor made sure I got off at the right stop, grateful for that. It blew me away how kind people can be, maybe I’m just not used to that, living in Los Angeles so long.
I was in NY for work, but had a day off to explore. What a joy to wander the city alone, it’s the second time I’ve ever been. This time I was on my own agenda, no lazy boyfriend to please. I walked for miles, visited the Met and the Guggenheim. Strolled Central Park, found all the great yummy places to eat. Had the best falafel at Nish Nush, really nice guy working there. It’s definitely different after Covid, but I love that vaccine records are always checked and people seem to be looking out for each other.
The fall colors didn’t disappoint. I look forward to going back.
