I’m home.
I got home at 5:30 this morning thanks to a “flight delay” and JetBlue needing to SUCK MY BIG COTTAGE CHEESE ASS!! Ahem.
That being said, I just rolled my sweaty, stinky butt out of bed at about one o’clock this afternoon. So there will be no NYC Recap this morning. But Mom? NO I’M NOT DEAD!
(P.S. What does it say about your life when your mom checks your blog to see if you’re OK?)
I can tell you briefly, however, that:
I love, love, love my roommates.
I am so, so grateful for the Poppy.
I love, love, love my husband.
I cannot WAIT to hold my kids.
And New York?
Was exactly what my heart always knew it would be. It is a strange thing to step into the spot where your life “would have been” if you had, previously, taken the other path at the fork in the road. It was an eerie, surreal feeling standing on those streets for the first time and feeling like I was home.
I felt my heart beat in time to the city’s.
There is no way for me to explain to you the synchronicity I experienced there. You would tilt your head and look at me like I was crazy if I tried to make you understand the click I heard inside of me, the distinctive sound of a piece sliding into place.
So I will tell you about the sites we saw and the things we missed. I will show you the pictures we took that you can understand with your own eyes. I will tell you all about my Vacation to A Place called New York City.
Tomorrow, I will tell you.
Posted in It's All About Me Tagged: BrittCon, New York City
That’s terrific that you had such a great time.
The first time I went to NYC (when I was 16, with my father), I felt the same sort of kinship with the city. Or The City, as they call it.
And every time I go back (I live just an hour and a bit drive from The City), I feel that kinship all over again.
But then I’m just happy to be home, away from the EVERYTHING that is The City.
And saying “The City,” rather than making me feel like I’m part of it, makes me feel stupid.
Holy sweet mother of all things chocolate, I was the first commenter? GO ME!
No, really, no one did. Not at all.
I knew you’d love it. And I knew you’d feel the exact same away about it that you did.
Did you not want to sleep the whole time?
I know what you mean by the “click”. I felt the same way the first time I visited by brother in South Beach. Glad your trip was all you wanted it to be!
At least you made it home safe! And it sounds like you had a wonderful time, which is why you went, right? Can’t wait to hear all about it!
We expect a full report as soon as you are able……
Frequent reader - first time commenter. I understand completely how you feel. Although I have no desire whatsoever to visit New York (I live near Chicago so I get my big city fill there) but when I go to London, the hairs on my arms stand on end. Yep. That’s where I’m supposed to be. Good thing that the husband is a dual citizen.
Glad you’re back safe and sound. It sounds like you had an AMAZING time. I’m so glad. There’s no way to adequately express the experience that is New York, is there? It thrums and so do you. My first experience in the city was earlier this year. I can’t wait to go back.
I don’t think you are crazy. I totally felt that way when I stepped into Chicago 2 years ago. In my heart I am a big city girl
I’m so glad you enjoyed my hometown.
I know exactly what you mean. I felt the same way when I first visited San Diego. But … I honestly don’t know if I could every bring myself to leave NYC.
I get that feeling. Completely.
I’m glad it was all you wanted.
I’ve never been to New York, but I have no doubt that I would have a very similar reaction. I’ve had a couple of chances to go, but didn’t partly because I was afraid that the city would be EVEN more than I expected and I wouldn’t leave.
Sorry you had such a hassle getting home. I was afraid you guys were going to end up spending the night in the terminal. You almost did anyway!
can’t wait! i’ve been wondering how it went…
oh, and lots of pics, right??
Sounds amazing…!!! So glad it was ALL you expected and more.
You sooo deserved this.
How cool, I can’t wait to see the photos
I have never been to NYC so I envy your trip and hope to experience it through your post. Fun!
Glad to hear that trip was everything you imagined it would be and not as what some people personified out to be.
it was such a wonderful weekend due in no small part to your excitement at simply being there. just being in new york city, with everything that entails.
but my favorite part of the weekend? watching you soak up the new experiences. every bite of tasty food was THE BEST ever, every not getting lost negotiating the city was a triumph, every i took the subway myself moment was a huge accomplishment and your first few moments at the met where we stood thisclose to the works of great masters…jeeze, all of it was tackled and devoured with such energy. it was truly an honor to be beside you and experiencing it all at the same time through your eyes.
(ok, that probably came off totally wrong, most likely a little “single white female” movie-ish, but if folks could have seen your face the moment you looked out the cab window and saw the sky scrapers or how excited you were to look from our hotel window while we waited for he who must not be named to arrive that friday afternoon…it was terrific to be a part of the wonder of it all. even if we didn’t have new york pizza. i was thrilled to be in nyc, but you, karl and the group certainly made it one hell of an unforgettable experience.)
I am glad you had a great time. NYC is amazing. Next time - you have to see a show.
I understand the “click” you felt inside of you. I understand the feeling of harmony within yourself. I feel that exact way when I got to NYC as well.
I can’t wait to hear about your adventures and see the pictures!
Woot! Welcome back! And I’m looking forward to hearing all about New York, as someone who’s never been there and has to live (travel) vicariously through others! :-)
You understand me completely.
I don’t know exactly why you’re grateful for me, but I am really glad that you are.
Thanks for lettin’ me come to ya party!
PS - Please hurry back.
my wife and I both love NYC… the energy is so wonderful, plus the sights, sounds, etc. We have to go there every 3 months to see my wife’s doctors (neuro-motor), and love the city.
The first trip we made in a while, about two years ago - our barely-english-speaking cabbie got into an argument with a very large bus driver, and they were standing in the street going back and forth “You stupid mutha f***a… learn to drive or get the hell outa he-ah!” “No, you da stoopid muda f***a”…
ah, the sounds of home…
we had arrived…
J/
Yay! Go you! You were obviously not on the same train as we were, with my youngest having a panic attack. I do love New Yorkers, tho… had a lady offer her a Klonopin.
Can’t wait to hear all about your adventures and of course pics!
When I went to the city 3 years ago, I was sitting at an outdoor cafe having a salad with my friend and the only thing I could say was, “I feel like I’m finally home.”
I’ve lived in Southern California my whole life and its never felt like home the way that New York did for the 7 days I was there. I’m hoping to live there one day, before obligations and other things tie me here.
Miss Britt,
This post packs a tight punch. What a beautiful line,
“I felt my heart beat in time to the city’s”
followed by a second beautiful line,
“the click I heard inside of me, the distinctive sound of a piece sliding into place.
What a beautiful sentiment. That’s how I felt when I visited Seattle. Can’t wait to hear the tales…
It’s wonderful there isn’t it! Perhaps we should have escaped UNI and gone there before we met the men of our lives!
Although we wouldn’t change our lives now for anything!
That “click” you speak of about your New York puzzle piece…..I want that.
Something has got to click soon.
Or I am going to go insane. Wait. I take meds for that….is “insaner” a word?
Well I was going to a Brittany concert but I think I’ll choose next time to attend Britt-NY Con, certainly.
So glad that you had a great time! Was following your Twitters all weekend in between cleaning up poop and pee messes!
It’s the best place in the world, isn’t it?