I got to spend Memorial Day weekend in New York City visiting lovely friends and exploring every corner of the city with Alex. Prior to this weekend, I had never been to the Big Apple (I know, I know). It’s a place that has certainly always been on my list, but never quite worked out (I’ve actually had two planned trips to NYC fall through prior to this trip). Either way, I’ve officially made it now, and crossed the last “ohmigod you’ve never been there?!” American city off my list.
This trip was especially perfect because it wasn’t rushed (too many of my trips are), which meant I got to do pretty much everything I wanted to. I took a train to the city after a few days in Boston, and spent time with Mollie, my old housemate from my semester abroad Ireland, and caught up with Lucas, an old college friend who’s been jetting around the world for the past year. Alex met me in the city the day after I arrived, and we spent the rest of the weekend exploring Brooklyn and SOHO and spent an entire day in Central Park.
New York was pretty much everything I had ever been told it was. It was lovely streets and interesting people and amazing food and bars on every single street corner. I had the best mac and cheese of my life, got lost at a Brooklyn flea market and got caught in an epic rainstorm in the city. I got a sunburn (what else is new?) in Central Park and ate gelato while staring up at big lights and tall buildings in Times Square (which, for the record, I never need to visit again). I’m certainly not the first person to say this, but NYC definitely has something special going for it, and I can’t wait to go back.