Last month, my best friend and I went to New York City for The Monster Tour. He’d been to NY when he was younger, but I’ve never been. My mom has always wanted to go and I am making it a point to take her one day. Anyway, we stayed in Newark and took the train into the city. When we were climbing up the subway stairs for the first night there, I got butterflies. I couldn’t believe I was about to see NYC. I felt like Amy Adams in Enchanted when she’s confused in the middle of Times Square.
When I finally saw the city, heard the city, SMELLED the city, it became surreal. Taxi’s flying by, hundreds of people on the block, it was magical and annoying at the same time.
I don’t know how people who live there do it! So. Much. Walking. Granted, it probably isn’t a good idea to walk from Times Square to Central Park, or 5th-26th, but I really wanted to SEE the city. Get lost at every corner that I could. By the end of the day, Jonathan and I were about an hour from death. It was exhausting, but so incredibly fun.