They say life's what happens when you're busy making other plans. But sometimes in New York, life is what happens when you're waiting for a table...
I still have this passion for life (maybe more so), but I was reading a book and the setting was New York. In that instant I pictured myself back living in NYC with my sister. Fresh out of college she and I ventured out on our own to a life completely different from what we were used to. No longer were we those "little girls". We were now on our own in a city bigger than life itself.
There was so much to absorb. All fascinating and challenging. Our first time in a taxi in NYC was an experience in itself. It was a miracle we survived our first taxi ride...as I have heard mentioned there are what is known as "taxi rules" in NY. Goes something like this:
1. Driver speaks no English.
2. Driver just got here two days ago from someplace like Segal.
3. Driver hates you.”
You would think that after this experience we would be ready to run back home to what we knew as safe. Not so fast. For me this was just the beginning of a wonderful adventure. With each passing day I loved NY more and more. I often am asked if the people in NY are really as rude as portrayed? My experience was of one of the friendliest, no nonsense people I have ever met. Straight to the point if you liked it or not and I LOVED it!!
Today I had nostalgia for it.
I can't wait to get back to New York City where at least when I walk down the street, no one ever hesitates to tell me exactly what they think of me...
until next time...