Let’s Hear It For New York

Before I even landed in New York on Wednesday I was already plotting how I could get Chris and Harlow to move there in the next year. To be honest I’ve been plotting to move to New York for a few years now.

We could sell all of our furniture, find new jobs, and settle into a new adventure in the Big Apple. It all sounded so simple.

But then I visited New York and remembered why I live in Chicago. Because the city that never sleeps eats people alive. And as I sit here on my couch with bags under my eyes, blisters on my feet, and swollen fingers, (why were my fingers always swollen in NY?) I know that New York won again. She always does.

Don’t get me wrong, I love New York, but that city isn’t for the weak. And right now I’m still weak. Maybe in a few years I won’t be, but for now Chicago has my heart. Chicago with its quiet, wide streets. And it’s sweet Midwestern people. And its huge apartments. Never before have I thought Chris and I lived in a big apartment, but after returning from New York, our apartment is a mansion. A mansion I tell you.

That being said, this city still intrigues me. I know I can’t make it there now, but someday if life turns out okay, maybe I could. There’s just no other city like it.

I took about a million photos from the top of the Empire State building. I’ll show you just two. If you ever visit the Empire State building I suggest you find a friend who works in the building so she can give you a VIP fast pass and you can skip all the lines. Thanks again, Jenna. That pass was everything.

And then there was Central Park. Spending a fall Saturday morning here was just about as good as it gets.

Working on my New York blogger smile. Did I nail it or did I nail it?

Can I just live in one of these penthouses next to the park? Great, thanks.

And the 9/11 Memorial is beautiful and so moving. I’ve seen it a few times now and it has the same impact every time.

And we may have had to stop at the Husker bar to catch the first half of the Husker game on Saturday…

But we didn’t stay for too long before walking over the Williamsburg bridge to Brooklyn.

I like Brooklyn. I like it a lot. I’ve never felt more like a Midwestern farm girl around all the stylish hipster kids in Williamsburg, but it was still fun.

More to come on that comedy fest… But for now I need sleep, I haven’t had too much of that since September. And I’m jumping back into Blogtober14 bright and early tomorrow (can we pretend I never missed? Thanks.) The prompt is a letter to my younger self. I’m ready for it.

Thanks again for a wonderful trip, New York. You truly are an amazing city. And an even bigger thanks to Luigi’s $1.50 a slice pizza right outside our Subway stop. I’ll take New York pizza over Chicago pizza any day. Thin and greasy and cheap. A perfect 3 a.m. snack if you ask me.

Please Monday, take it easy on me.

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