It was just as cold last weekend but I packed well and brought many layers. For those of you familiar with New York you know that even though it is freezing cold outside you will go inside and be sweating in 2 minutes because the heal is cranked up so high. The friend I stayed with has these old radiator heaters in her apartment so the temperature was not controlled, it was HOT. So you alternated between bundled up like a snowman and naked. And it wasn't even that cold - I have heard it can get colder.
We walked around the city and I got a massive blister. I made a rookie mistake of bringing cute shoes not comfortable shoes. When will I learn? And then instead of switching to comfy shoes I continued to wear the cute shoes. We went shopping. We went out to eat. We talked and talked. We went shopping some more. We went for walks in Central Park and around the Reservoir. We had brunch. We drank really good coffee and ate really good croissant. We stopped in a place I had been in 20 years ago for a beer. We met friends. We met new people. We slept. We bought shoes. (plural)
When I was 26 I thought that living in New York City would be quite possibly the coolest thing anyone could ever do and don't get me wrong, it is pretty cool. I love the ethnic diversity. I love the food. I love the shoes. I love the vitality of it all. But at 46 I can say that while it was fun and exhilarating and totally different from my life in North Carolina, I wouldn't change my life for anything. Thank you Julie and New York City for a wonderful weekend, can't wait to come back again soon.