Twice a year my oldest, dearest friend visits the Big Apple with her daughter with a fist full of Broadway tickets. Ali, now eighteen and soon to be studying theater in North Carolina, can't see enough of (sometimes two and three times) whatever show is out.
Ali can't get enough of NY and one day plans on living in the city (or with me!) There isn't a corner or busy street that doesn't thrill her. Whether it's the craziness of Times Square, eating at Wo Hop and then browing through the cheap jewelry and smelly fish stalls in Chinatown or a more peaceful walk through Union Square, NYU's Greenwich Village or Chelsea - by foot, subway or cab she is intent on one day and forever breathing New York's air.
Yesterday was the day we spent trekking wherever and everywhere. We took in a show, ate at Carmine's in the theater district and then walked miles to satisfy Ali's hunger for the city.
I (truly struggle to) remember my own 10+ years living and working in and absolutely loving up New York. My studio apartment on 15th St. & Third Ave. was the size of a peapod but it was home to me and my two cats. I walked to work, traveled every inch of the city and met friends at all hours, dated, ate in the then trendiest of restaurants, ever-toting a shopping bag with my latest purchase. My calendar was scheduled and packed full with everything NY!
Yesterday all I could see for miles were myriads of young and hip, oblivious to the rank smells and crowds of NY. For Ali too, NYC is heaven-scented. Yesteryear I felt the same way.
What happened to me? It must be an age thing. Or maybe I'm just a jaded NYer. Last night I couldn't wait to climb on the next Mid-town direct train back to the burbs of South Orange, NJ and knit for the 1/2 hour trip back home.
Geez, I'm getting old but seeing NY through Ali's eyes will always be my pleasure - and she'll have a home with me if and whenever she decides that she wants to take the train into the city - from my home in the burbs it's only a 27 minute commute, Ali!
Twice a year my oldest, dearest friend visits the Big Apple with her daughter with a fist full of Broadway tickets. Ali, now eighteen and soon to be studying theater in North Carolina, can't see enough of (sometimes two and...
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