Back in a New York Groove.

December, 2017

New York City streets feel alive under your boots and every day was a series of stops and starts with the hustle and bustle of life in fast forward. This is the norm in NYC. This is life in one of the largest cities on the planet and my third trip here. I love the change of pace, the cultural epicenter of the world at my finger tips, and a savory feast for my eyes around every corner.

Arriving in mid-December, NYC is a magical winter wonderland kind of Christmas town. Strolling down 5th Avenue to Rockefeller center on our first night, I had to see the largest Christmas tree in the city and later, headed across the street to Saks Fifth Avenue’s window displays of Disney’s animatronic Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. It completely conjured up my childish butterflies of sheer joy and excitement. It could turn the biggest Scrooge into a rosy-cheeked, perma-grinned, Christmas-loving, caroling freak in no time. It was truly a magical experience. This was also my first experience to the Statue of Liberty, which was to say the least, an emotional one. She was magnificent. The perfect patina goddess of Liberty welcoming our ancestors to the land of the free. My great-great Austrian born grandfather was one of those people, which set the course of history for everyone in my family and like many, many others. The days filled with more adventures in East Village, NYU campus, and Washington Square. I could almost hear the protesters and the sounds of the acoustic, folk masterpieces of Dylan during the Vietnam era. I walked across the Brooklyn Bridge with “No Sleep Till Brooklyn” by the Beastie Boys on repeat playing in my head and found a big, red apple sitting on the rail. It was pun-tactic. So much history, so much culture, so much to soak in and surely not enough time. Everyday was like taking a breath and going for it. It’s a sink or swim kind of town and only the strong can survive it, but that’s life in the big city. You may feel like a pro at life just walking down the street or figuring out the hieroglyphs of a subway station map, but that’s only the beginning. New York City is a city of dreams and of new beginnings. It’s a thrill getting lost deep into the streets of this concrete jungle, only to find yourself again.

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