“One belongs to New York instantly, one belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years.”
It’s been a picture perfect spring so far when it comes to the weather – mild temperatures, sunny skies the color of robin’s eggs, trees and flowers blossoming with a rainbow of pinks, reds, yellows, and purples. So naturally (because this is the way it always works, yes?), the one weekend we had tickets to a Broadway show in New York, there was a Nor’easter. I know, I know – Nor’easters are for the winter. They involve swirling snowflakes and frigid digits. Except when they storm up the coast in April, and then they involve sheets of rain and gusty winds that make using an umbrella a Herculean task (or maybe just a useless one).
So what do you do in NYC when Mother Nature refuses to cooperate?
-Take goofy pictures in your hotel room.
-Adopt a cuddly friend (because everyone has to love stuffed polar bears, even those of us who are twenty-eight).
-Watch the sky’s leaky faucet drop over three inches of rain on a deserted, waterlogged Times Square (SO STRANGE to see it that desolate!).
-Snap photos of the surrounding skyscrapers disappearing into a blanket of fog.
-Fly out of your hotel the next morning when you see that Kate Walsh is on Good Morning America, because really, how awesome would it be to catch a glimpse of an actress you love? When she’s jetted off for her next appearance on Live with Kelly, hang around outside the studio and watch the fabulous Robin Roberts celebrate her tenth anniversary with GMA.
-Walk for miles, despite the cold weather, because WHOOHOO IT’S NOT RAINING ANYMORE!
-Pose with Times Square in the background.
-Go back to the theater the day after seeing the show so you can actually get a picture without rain splatters dotting the camera lens.
We may have been rained upon, but we definitely didn’t allow ourselves to get rained out. Because NYC is always magical, always electrifying, always alive with energy. It is the kind of place you can belong to instantly. It’s the kind of place you can immerse yourself in, the kind of place you can travel to again and again (and again), the kind of place that makes you feel big and small at the same time. Have you ever been somewhere that evokes the same inspiration in you? Where was it?