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Life's a journey, not a destination.... Stephen Tyler
Diane and JaneseNew York, the city of dreams; well at least my dreams
I used to go the Home and Garden show every spring and at one of these shows there was a booth set up for one of the local bus tour companies. You could get on a bus and take a tour for the day to one of our local places of interest. My sister and I loved them So we stopped by the booth and looked at the flyers for the various trips being offered. One of them caught my eye and so I put the flyer in my bag to read later.
The next evening I was going through the flyers and advertisements that I had taken with me from the show and I came across the bus company flyer, Long one day trip to New York City. Little did I know how that one little flyer would change my life. I say down and read it and it sounded like fun. You left on a Friday night and rode the bus all night, arriving in New York the following morning and you had 12 glorious hours of free time in New York to do whatever you wanted to do. See the sites, shop, go to a play anything you could fit into a twelve hour day. The bus dropped you off and picked you back up at a designated location. All you had to do was be there. I called my sister and we decided to go.
The evening of the trip my husband drove us to the pick up site. There was the bus. We were really going. My sister had brought pillows and blankets and we struggled all the way down the narrow aisle to our seats with all of our stuff. We finally got it all in place and we waved to my husband as the bus pulled out. We talked and looked at our map and our guide book and planned what we would do and see the following day. Gradually we got tired and fell asleep.
We woke the next morning getting close to the city. We were stiff and still tired but the morning sun was shining and we were almost there. The miles flew by as we went over our plans again. We were ready. The tour guide got up from her seat in the front of the bus and told us that in minutes we would be able to see the city in the distance. All eyes were straining for the first sight of New York, She reached down and pushed the play button on a tape recorder she had with her and the voice of Frank Sinatra singing New York, New York filled the bus and at that moment with the sun shining and the music playing I saw the city in the distance, and the feeling of finally coming home was so overwhelming that I started to cry. Everyone else was cheering and laughing and there I sat with tears running down my face. My sister saw me and asked what was wrong, was I sick. But I smiled and said no I was just so happy to be home.
I have never been able to explain that experience to my family. You see we never lived there, had never even visited. But in my heart I know that New York is my place. I have made countless trips to the city since that day and the feeling is always the same. The subway rumbling beneath the sidewalk, the smell of the hot dogs in the open carts, the sound of a million voices speaking in different languages intermingle with the cars and buses and trains and jack hammers to make the sound of the city that is and always will be my home.
Glad you enjoy N.Y. It is definitely an exciting place. There is always something to do, 24--7. There are so many people there that when something happens no one notices. People in N.Y. are always in a hurry.There is no such thing as going for a stroll. When a person like myself does not drive the trains and buses will take a person where ever their little heart desires. Ah yes N.Y, there is something for everyone. Like they say its the City that never sleeps. Thanks for loving it so!
I am from NY...worked in the city for years. It never sleeps
Hi and thank you.
Turkey, an amazing trip I am sure. : )
Diane
Wow, that story would make a great movie! The only time I was ever in NY I was on my way to Turkey with a 4 year old and 6 month old. All I saw was the Statue of Liberty in the distance and the inside of JFK on a 3 hour layover, LOL. Great story
Hi Maryann
I see you know just what I mean. I will always love New York. Whenever I am gone too long I have to go back for a New York fix. My sister and I look forward to the Holidays every year. It is a magical place. : )
Diane
As you know I live in NY, Brooklyn which is a whole different feeling but the city is exactly as you describe, I never get tired of seing the skyline there is always a vibrancy to being out on the sidewalks of Manhattan and there is so much to see and do. Commuting to work can be a drag with millions of others especially during rush hour.It is quite a ride on a rush hour subway but it's part of the charm of NY, Maryann
Everytime I read your Journal I get goosebumps of you crying when you saw NY. If you want a Video of NY to add to your Journal it is very easy
Hi
I see a pretty lady in your photo... Sounds like you are a smart man : )
Diane
Im not smart but I know women are like flowers...they need watering every day then they will bloom and be sweet. Women are too sweet to hard headed men...
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