Riding a bike in the city has always terrified me.
Come on, have you ever seen how New Yorkers drive? Now imagine this:
New York Drivers + Clumsy Melanie = Disaster Waiting to Happen
Seriously though, it seems like a pretty bad idea. That didn’t stop me from accepting an invitation from my friend, Nicole, to ride bikes downtown one Saturday. I met up with Nicole, her cousin, and Deb to start the adventure . . . and that’s when things started to go wrong.
I LOVE city skyline views!
I don’t know why exactly, but they just make me happy. When I lived in Utah, I used to drive up to the highest points I could find to park and stare at the city lights. I’m pretty sure a lot of people who saw my car thought I was there making out with someone. Nope, just me, sitting by myself, looking at the lights. Is that weird?
At any rate, some people love going into the woods to find their center and get grounded, and while I love that too, for me, awe looks most like a cluster of steel and bricks reaching the sky.
Welcome to the latest feature on my blog:
Field Trip Friday.
I spent a good portion of the month of August putting in long hours on a couple of work projects. While it was great and productive, and blah, blah, blah, at the end of the month I realized there were way too many days when I didn’t leave the house (or shower, or change out of my pajamas, but let’s not talk about that now). If not leaving my house is the name of the game, then I should probably be living somewhere, oh, I don’t know, cheaper?
So I decided I needed a little motivation/reminder to make sure I am getting off my couch, out of my pajamas, and really experiencing the great things New York City has to offer. So starting today, I will be doing a Field Trip Friday post every Thursday.
In a few days it will be six months since I got on a plane and moved to New York City! While I’ve been a pretty big slacker when it comes to updating the ol’ blog, if you follow me at all on social media (and really, you should), you probably know I’ve been making the most of my time in the city.
If I had to pick one word to describe my time here thus far, I’d choose: SURREAL. Seriously, I LIVE IN NEW YORK! I still can’t believe it sometimes. But then there are moments when I’m making a mad dash from one place to another, weaving in and out of slow walking tourists, ignoring the “hey there beautiful” cat calls, and trying not to step in whatever messes have been left on the sidewalk, and I look up and see the Empire State Building and remember that THIS is where I live!
Right after I got here I read a quote that said, “One belongs to New York instantly. One belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years.” (Thomas Wolfe) New York is where I belong. And even though I still don’t know my way around as well as I should (I live and die by Google Maps), and even though I still do dumb touristy things sometimes, I definitely feel like a New Yorker.
Right before I moved to New York, I heard about an event Macy’s was putting on in honor of Black History Month. I had a lot of fun at the last Macy’s event I went to, and this sounded like a great way to jump in and start getting to know the city and the people in it, so I decided to attend.