I know. It is January and I am still talking about my trip to NYC that happened in November. Why doesn't this girl just move on already? you're probably thinking. I know. But see, here's the thing: I had big hopes to give this trip and these photos the attention they deserve, and while things may have been delayed for a bit, I'm going to do it because I want to remember the little details of this trip and force myself to put in the effort to edit these photos. I don't want these memories to slip through the cracks. I have planned to finish this series up in January though! So, onward, I say.
On our second day, after visiting Chelsea Market and the Highline, we headed over to see the 9/11 Memorial. Guys, this is something every person, especially every American, should see. I didn't really know how to react to it, but I can say this: it was breathtaking. The monument is beautiful, yes it is, but what impacted me more was the history and meaning of it all. Like, yes, we are going to take this shitty situation and unwanted place, and turn it into something to remember the people that died here and the events that took place, and show the world that we are not broken and will not forget, but we will move on. Yep, that about sums it up.
As I said in Part 2 of this adventure, this was the coldest day of all. My toes and fingers were numb and I had to really persuade myself to keep walking. I wrapped my circle scarf around my neck and head and covered my mouth to keep the heat in. It was quite miserable, frankly, but I was in New York so I wasn't going to let even that ruin my exploring.
We continued the freezing evening with a subway ride to Brooklyn for pizza at Juiliana's Pizza, a spot that Hey Natalie Jean has mentioned several times. And really, if its good enough for Nat, then it is good enough for me. Because lets face it, I just want to live Natalie Holbrook's life.
We ordered a Margherita and a No. 3. I definitely recommend this cozy little spot that makes me feel like I'm eating at home. Or down the street from my Brooklyn apartment in my other life.
After we were warmed up from the yummy pizza, we braved the cold again to walk across the Brooklyn Bridge at night, because I have heard it is the thing to do and I wasn't going to let 25 degree weather stop me.
And there I am, with my guy, on a freezing bridge. Though you can't even make out our faces, I rather like this little portrait of us taken by Dai's friend, Maya.
Today was my first day back at school. It went well, although I can't say I am ready for the semester to begin. I am really going to try my hardest to keep the pace I have set for the blog over winter break. It has really been swell having the same familiar faces returning here for comments on each post. Things are good around here, guys, and I thank you for that.