I think what fascinates me the most about New York City is that it’s both mystical and mysterious. (Kind of like Disneyland, which is why I love both places so much?) New York City is similar to Disneyland in that the sites, sounds, foods, and people are so stimulating and recognizably present that it’s hard to remove yourself once you’re “in” it. There are – thankfully – fewer wheelchairs in NYC (at least in my observation), but the weather is much better in Los Angeles. New York City averaged a temperature anywhere from 10-30 degrees when I was there last week; Los Angeles was in the mid 60s-70s, hitting a high of 80 degrees last weekend. Be still, New York hearts. But while Disneyland closes its gates each night or in the early hours of the morning, New York City never stops. The City That Never Sleeps is on the clock 24/7, 365 days a year, and the characters on the streets don’t have to act a certain way.
I adore New York City. I left my heart in San Francisco and consider Disneyland a second home, but New York City – in the knowns and unknowns of the streets and avenues – is unlike any other place. I love every detail from the fire escapes outside buildings to the endless sounds of sirens and yells on the streets. I love the unbeatable NYC bagel that, unlike other bagels, takes several minutes to gnaw on, as its consistency resembles Silly Putty. (Remember that?) I love walking everywhere and seeing the differences in people, architecture, and décor of the different neighborhoods and the smells of exhaust and roasting chestnuts that hit you like a towel in the face. I’m as awe-struck and filled with excitement when I arrive in New York, driving towards the city and seeing the magnificent skyline, as I am leaving. Despite the hollow feeling of leaving a place with so much life and vibrancy, seeing it slowly fade in the rear window of a cab, I know that it will always be there; it will always be a place to bring you back to life.
Some photos from my time in NYC last week: