It’s been almost a month since I moved to North Jersey.
From my apartment, I can see two buildings towering over the large grassy area behind my complex that reminds me just how close I am to New York City. That makes me all warm and fuzzy inside.
At the same time, that grassy area is a reminder that I still have some ways to go and that’s okay most days. I won’t deny there are days when I feel discouraged unsure how to make this move different as far as my career is concerned, but I am determined to figure it out.
So, to remind myself why I wanted to move here, I took a little trip to New York last Tuesday.
To be honest, I didn’t get that far. I basically walked in circles for hours trying to hit the major tourist attractions unaware where each one was in relation to the other.
But as soon as I hit the street level from the Port Authority and saw The New York Times building, I felt like I had arrived. I mean, can you think of a better way for a journalist to be welcomed to the city than to see that building. Am I right?
I strolled into the Cake Boss Café nearly drooling on the glass that surrounded the beautifully-decorated pastries. Part of me hoped to spy a cronut so that I could buy one for my fiancé’s sister who reminded me about the creation and also took the trip with me. Don’t worry, my New Yorkers, I now see why that was a terrible mistake.
I took a picture with Morgan Freeman outside of a museum.
Okay, not the real Morgan Freeman, but a pretty spot-on statue, wouldn’t you say?
And I ventured into Bryant Park finally taking the suggestion of one of my Delaware boos who raves about it and the cute little restaurant there.
There, I watched about 150 New Yorkers practice Yoga and I couldn’t help but think it was the coolest thing ever. The ability to just go to the park and get free Yoga lessons is pretty cool. I almost wished I had brought a mat so I could get my downward dog on.
I hit up Times Square where a costumed Woody from The Toy Story and two Elmos, tried to get me. Sorry Woody, I understand you work for tips, but my sister-in-law just wanted a picture with you. She didn’t call over your two buddies, you did. So take this tip and split it.
For lunch, I had my first slice of New York-styled pizza since the move and it was delicious and messy. Just how I like it.
I really tried my best to visit Central Park and The National September 11 Memorial and Museum, but man does walking in New York City wear you out.
My friend tried her best to warn me, but you know how that goes.
