New York City is one ginormous construction/destruction site. Huge, I tell ya'. With more people than you thought were in the whole wide world. They are all there. We are the only ones here.
Everyone else there.
Moving. Drills, hammers, sirens, horns, clickclack, clickclack. A constant rush of sound as if you lived in a cabin next to a waterfall and all you ever knew to be true was the fall of water rushing, meeting, pushing. Splash.
If ever in your life you may have said to yourself, Yo. You there. You may have a problem processing information rapidly. You, my sweet, may be a little slow and that's okay as long as you know. Make things small, take your time, absorb your surroundings, take some photos and then write about it. That's probably the best you're going to be able to do,
You may want to go to New York City once.
You may want to glimpse at what all the fuss is about.
If you are me and you do take that leap,
here is what I suggest.
1. Bring a friend. Not just any friend but one who will push you outside into chaos.
2. Drive it. Watch how the world changes in eight states.
3. Three days. Seventy-two hours.
4. Be kind. Notice you need to be kinder because everyone around you is so kind and they smile and nod and even in the most concentrated places you find people like you who simply live somewhere else.
5. Bring back a name of someone, notes attached to a history, a laughter and a smile you won't soon forget.
6. Know this is exactly what you needed at the very moment you needed it.
Go to Tavern Jane at the corner of Jane and 8th, get there around five, sit at the bar, pick from one of the specials. Meet those New Yorkers.
Yes, I recommend New York City.
Today I am grateful to be home to my family, my dog, my cat, to sleep in my bed, to wash clothes, to listen to music,
to write you.