I woke up to my two cats snuggling near me, with birds chirping through the slightly ajar bedroom window.
No sirens. No clattering of metal, nor conversations, and not one truck back up alarm to be heard.
But also, no Starbucks Pike, gorgeous city view, nor my newest daily addiction, my NYC pizza fix.
Drat. Withdrawal, here we come.
Rubbing my eyes, it was only 6:30 AM our time… looks like Eastern time zone has finally kicked in… now that we’re home of course!
I allowed myself to snooze just a little longer until I felt like shuffling to the kitchen to brew up my first cup of the day. Exploded luggage, piles of mail, boxes from recent deliveries promised lots of work and play ahead.
AFTER my coffee.
It promised to be a gorgeous day too. Not hot, but perfect.
Just like we left NYC, in all honesty.
Our weather patterns are so similar. How is that possible, from opposite sides of North America? But I’ll admit, the East has more bite to their wind.
I realize I haven’t blogged in a bit… but that isn’t because I haven’t been writing. Oh, I have…. in a big way.
Each night, I wrote a complete journal account of the present day.
I’d bring up my Starbucks Pike, and while my son rested up in bed viewing YouTubes, I typed out my little heart, accounting for all the things that transpired each hour of each day.
The hardships, and things that rattled me to the core…
Meeting up with longtime online friends… and reuniting with some old ones.
The struggles and triumphs of mastering the infamous subway.
A little junkin’… oh yes we did!
AND… bike riding through nature. One of our fav days ever!
Oh, and the PIZZA!!! And other fab places to eat.
Our district… and what lined along our sidewalks.
And unique souvenirs that perhaps wouldn’t be something you picked up yourself. But I’m far from a traditionalist…
The sights, the sounds, the everything.
I’ll be sharing tips on how to get around NYC and my recommendations on what to see of course, but this round, it’ll be journal style. Because I want you take you along with me each day, like we just broke out of the hotel door first thing in the AM, and we set out on one very big adventure, into one of the most infamous cities in the world.
All from someone from a town so small, a deserted 3 way stop is our main intersection.
And we made it home alive. Who knew?
I’m home from NYC, and ready to story tell, journal style! As soon as I edit a few pictures from day 1.
10 days of NYC posts may be a bit much, so I’ll condense where I can. Perfect timing, as I whip up some new DIY stuff in the background.
I just don’t want to forget ONE single detail on this one…
The NYC Journal – <— more to come!