I had a wedding trip over the weekend in Warwick, NY (not the rhode island Warwick as I have had to clarify 😀). yesterday morning I took a jersey transit bus to the port authority and then realized I had around an hour or so to explore the surrounding area in midtown before i needed to proceed to laguardia for my flight.

So I started walking, hitting what notable stuff I knew about in kind of a mile radius (did not spot Michael Scott's secret pizza spot 😢) and just trying to soak it in as someone born and raised in Arizona who attended college in chicago and has been living in LA for most of 20 years. Because it's so walkable and dense, of course I saw a lot.

And while maybe I am supposed to have the usual provincial and tribal pride and detest New York on some basis, I loved every second, felted awed in the moment by finally being there in my 40s. In many ways I suppose it is just another place where people live and work with many problems and flaws of its own, much of it quite different from that small area i breezed through, but the lifelong hype felt so legit and I wondered seriously whether I could ever be content again living someplace other than this city that I have idly imagined might suit me.

Maybe that is hyperbolic and crazy, typical tourist talk. 😀🤷‍♂️ But I adored my fleeting moment there among you and hope intensely that I'll return.

pictured: a small keepsake, my very own omny card ❤️ are people pissed to be transitioning to this?

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