All my life I wanted to live in NYC. I did everything in my power to make sure that I ended up there. I went to four different colleges in different states before winding up at Marymount Manhattan College to study Dance. I transferred there with a bunch of good friends (many who I still see/speak to today) and I had the time of my life. You feel big in NYC. You feel large. You always feel like you're a part of something. You live in the BIG CITY! It was awesome. But, as awesome as it was, my husband and I decided to part with his hometown of Brooklyn for the sunny state of CA about 8+ years ago, followed by our most recent stay in Maryland, and I haven't been back to Manhattan since. Crazy, I know.
I have to admit, I'm a little nervous. I'm taking the bus from Baltimore to NYC Saturday morning, something I haven't done since college, and I'm sort of afraid that I'll get lost. When I went back to my old neighborhood in Brooklyn, everything was different. All the girls wore spandex with knee boots and all my local jaunts were gone. Except Winn Discount and Mazzola Bakery. They're still there. And, Sam's. Still there. But, it's been ages since I took public transportation. And, this time I enter as a tourist.
A tourist. Those people that I abhorred when I lived there. "Get the hell out of my way, people. I LIVE here!". I can't wait to be a tourist. I'm gonna walk "clueless" all over the place. I'm a tourist, dammit! We're going to go see the Christmas Spectacular at Radio City and we're going to go see Annie on Sunday before we leave. The best part of all of this? I'm going to do it with my daughter. I'm meeting my mom, sister and cousins for a girls weekend. Woot!
My little girl's only ever seen Manhattan from a distance, possibly the view from the Outer Bridge into Staten Island. "What's that momma?", she'd ask. "That, well, THAT is the BIG CITY!", I would reply. And then we would talk in some hookey accent like we were coming in from some hick town. But, her eyes would grow wide as she stared out her window. "Can we go someday, Momma?" I replied, "Someday, baby." "But it's right there!", she'd exclaim. "I know, but Grandma and Poppie don't travel beyond the Verrazano Bridge unless they absolutely have to....so the big Isle of Staten will have to do".
I'm really looking forward to this little jaunt. My daughter had been planning what to do on the bus for at least a day or two (maybe only a few hours), and I am so excited I don't have to drive. Awesome! It will be our first official "girls weekend" and I'm sure it won't disappoint!
PS - What's the best way to get from 28th and 5th up to 42nd and Broadway? Bus? I thought I could catch the F, but I think that heads up 6th?? Maybe the 6? Jeez, I can't remember a damn thing!