I count my people as among my most significant blessings. In this category, of course, is my family. My friends, too, are just wonderful, unique, talented, inspirational people and I'm not sure where I'd be without them. A variety, you may call us, but a good mix for sure. Three of these lovelies live out east - one in CT, two in NYC. So, I was able to soak up some good time with them and see new and beautiful places.
And, I have (unfortunately?) learned that I really really love New York City. I was there as a teenager, but experiencing it as a 24-year old is much different, right? We didn't indulge in the more intense NYC experience, but rather played the low key card and enjoyed coffee at Blue Sky Bakery in Brooklyn, caught the Staten Island Ferry for some (free) sightseeing, walked from Brooklyn to Manhattan via the bridge, enjoyed bits of Soho, made our way through Central Park, ate some street food, and did a fairly good job of drinking wonderful coffee by day and lovely wine by night. Looking back, highlights are easy to find.
I'm not sure what it was about the city that drew me in so much. I mean, it is a very large city... but, cities are cities?? Maybe. There was just something different about New York - like, I never felt alone while I was there. The hustle didn't bring up any sort of anxiety in me, but rather I felt calmer than I have in a really long time (the quite of my apt now, for example, is having quite the opposite effect). The word "magic" is coming to mind, although it feels a bit exaggerated for what I'm actually trying to say. Regardless of what it's called, I felt so good being there. A kind of good this girl hasn't felt in a long time.
I'm not going to post pictures because I just don't have the energy... soon, though. While the weekend was nearly perfect it was also quite exhausting. In a wonderful sort of way.
