I love New York so much. I don’t know what it is – maybe that it’s a totally different world that what I’m used to? It’s just… kinda special.
Which is why it’s so weird that I hate it.
Let me explain.
When we travel to New York, we are usually in Brooklyn, or Long Island. Rarely do we ever venture into the big city. To date, I think I’ve come here 3 times, total. Each time was a bit of a disaster, but I keep coming back trying to have a better experience.
Which is why I knew this trip would be difficult for me. I tend to get easily overwhelmed and I don’t have my parents with me (though Kyle is just as comfortable for me to be with) Coming here has been something I have been sort of mentally preparing myself for, like, I have to do this to prove to myself that I can. I feel silly saying the panic attack I suffered was traumatic because I know there are people that deal with that on a regular basis, but I can’t help it. It really was and it’s been really hard for me to trust myself again to take care of myself.
The train ride in was fine. We took an Amtrak train. The first train we were supposed to be on, hit a logging truck. The second one was like 3 hours late. So aside from the delays and lack of updates on their iPhone app… it was fine.
When we got to Penn Station, I just wanted to get to where we were going and I was tired, cranky, and SO impatient (and super uncomfortable being there at almost midnight) and I just got so panicky! I literally wanted to turn around and get back on the train for them to take me back home. I ran to the bathroom while Kyle was waiting for our checked baggage and got sick in a stall between to two crazies talking about God only knows what, and googling how flexible Amtrak is about changing reservation dates because the second I got there I wanted to leave. NOT COOL.
Coming from a person who used to say, “I’ll die happy and satisfied only if I get to see the world” It was a little.. disheartening. Like who are you, this is not you. Now shut up and go get your bags. I took an ativan in the taxi (because my ass was not getting on a subway after midnight with all our luggage) and two advil PM before we went to bed. I didn’t sleep AT ALL. I tossed and turned all night, and all morning until about 8. Then I guess I dozed off sitting upright with a laptop in my lap and a gatorade next to me because I woke up to Kyle fully dressed for the day, tucking me in. I went in and out until almost 11 and finally got up and washed my face and tried to get myself together for the day.
It was raining the first day, but I was feeling a lot better, (just super exhausted and starving) so we went to the Starbucks near where we are staying and got coffee and breakfast and went for a long walk to Fort Tryon Park. It was very pretty and the rain made it that much more relaxing. It was a little foggy, quiet, and we only ran into one or two people. We walked back to the apartment and sat in front of the fire place while I blogged and worked on some pictures from today, and Kyle played on the iPad.. We enjoyed the view from the apartment and really enjoyed relaxing on this rainy day! Or at least I did, with my sleepy self. My aunt picked us up and took us to Brooklyn for dinner with my grandma which was really nice, too.
We got back to the city the next morning and changed our clothes and kind of just fixed ourselves up a bit before leaving again. It was a productive day!
1. We took a cab down to fifth avenue and saw some of the Veteran’s Day parade.
2. We saw St. Patrick’s cathedral and took some pictures.We only got to see the outside though, it looked like there was some construction going on so we didn’t get a chance to go inside.
3. We got lost trying to find the giant H&M store, but we finally did and it was awesome. I love that store as it is, so it was kind of cool to visit 5 different levels of it.
4. We also stopped at a burger joint called “burger heaven” which was pretty good, but super small and crowded.
5. We saw several women lined up across the street from the Trump Tower posing with their middle fingers for a photo.
6. We walked almost 30 blocks through central park (ouch) but it was beautiful! The fall colors were everywhere and it was pretty neat to see the different layers of the city from that point of view. The lakes and bridges, and then the trees, and then the huge buildings behind it all.
7. We walked to a random restaurant on a random corner and it turned out to be a little Italian place. It was pricey, really fancy, but super yummy! It was really funny because there was a bar that was probably more our speed across the street and we were glancing over at the hockey game on their big screen the whole time we were at dinner. Typical.
8. There’s nothing better than the sigh of pure satisfaction that comes out of Kyle after his first sip of espresso after a big dinner.
9. And I hailed my first taxi!
10. I learned that my patience for heavy traffic and dealing with taxis (or any other transportation for that matter) greatly outweighs my thirst for adventure. NYC is probably the most difficult place to try and “see all kinds of things”. I had this plan to like, travel up and down Manhattan, wall-seeking, and looking for this unique experience, and I woke up every morning already fed up with the idea of dealing with other people. OY. NYC is probably more of a multi-trip kind of adventure.
NYC just takes a lot of effort and it’s exhausting. It’s not easy to travel through, either, so going without a good plan in place was a bad move. I think if you go knowing what a big city is like, you’re expectations will be spot on.