I'm up early again this morning, though it's not so bad when it's for a fun purpose. Such as, say...my first trip to New York in three years!
I can't believe how long it's been. I actually lived in NYC for a little over three years, though I left six-and-a-half years ago. And thinking thoughts like that reminds me how time, in fact, does fly, and how we'd best be making the most out of even the smallest moments.
So many great memories of New York. It was the first place I lived after undergrad, and I didn't have much money, so I lived out in Astoria, in Queens. I liked to think I was pretty tough: "I'm a Queens girl!" I'd tell people (and sometimes still do) rather proudly. I loved the little touches: the overground N/W subway that brought me to Manhattan for work every day, the fact that the ATMs were in Greek (due to the huge Greek Astorian community), and the fact that I lived a stone's throw from a Blockbuster, because hey, it was the early 2000s and that still meant something. Also, I hadn't yet discovered Netflix.
I'm only going to be there this time for three days, before rushing down to DC for a few days of work, but I'm looking forward to time with friends, perhaps a little shopping, and experiencing the hustle and bustle of this amazing city that I do sometimes miss.
I'm also looking forward to the memories. Oh yes. Life in the Big Apple.