While the Love I now call home spent the day in the foreign lands of
Brooklyn yesterday, I sat out on the hunt for a desperately needed pair of khakis and a
new something to explore. I had exhausted all other options, so I took a
deep breath and walked through the revolving door of Macy’s…yes, that one.
My severe lack of shopping fervor and this eight floored mammoth don’t play
nicely, and any survived trip to this colossal zoo is considered a roaring success.
I rewarded myself with a cappuccino from Keko's (thank you
for the introduction, Tiffany) and a nice sunny hour in Madison Square Park. We've
almost survived our first winter here, and I have a sneaking suspicion that
springtime will be worth every single early morning trek in the bitter, snowy
cold.
A collective sense of relief could be sensed in the droves
of New Yorkers who were out and about today. The streets and the park was alive
with activity. There were those enjoying a book, lunch, conversation, or simply
the sunshine. Children were making their wobbly way towards the playground on
tiny bikes with parents in tow. The air was filled with laughter coming from
that direction as well.
Three months. I’m shocked when I realize we've been here
only three months. Tom Wolfe once said, “One belongs to New York instantly, one
belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years.” I’d add to that: either
one feels they belong to New York instantly or they don’t, in which case they
may never feel it. Perhaps that is how it is with most places, but it seems
surely the case here.
Ciao.
P.S. Last weekend we hosted our very first official visitors to NYC! It was exciting for us, and we were so pleased to show them a small bit of our little city. With time, we'll be better tour guides, but merci for letting us practice on you, Marie & Warren.
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