Let's back up . . . Sometime in the summer I started thinking about what I wanted to do for my 40th birthday. I knew without a doubt that I just did not want to be here. I wanted to do something really great. Like a trip. By myself. I started googling places to go it alone and New York kept coming up. Could I do this? Could I go to New York BY MYSELF? I decided yes. I kept it pretty quiet. Partly because I didn't want to be discouraged by other people from doing it and partly because I just didn't want anyone to come. I wanted to do whatever I wanted to do when I wanted to do it. And I didn't want to not do things I wanted to do because someone else was with me or they thought it was stupid. (i.e. all the wonderfully cheesy movie scene stops!)
Next, I searched what was happening in NYC around that time and discovered that Thanksgiving fell late this year so November 28th and then the tree lighting was December 4th. My birthday is November 30th. So that clinched the dates for me. November 27th - December 6th. I gave myself an extra day because I really really wanted to skate on the Rockefeller rink. Once I had the dates, I went to airbnb and found a ton of places available for rent to stay. I narrowed it down to a top ten based on price and location and started emailing people. Once I had that down, I checked flights every single day before I went to bed and finally caught a seat sale. :) IT WAS HAPPENING!!
As I grew more excited and started preparing my packing list and wardrobe choices (haha see second last post for boots, coat, and skinny jeans), I also grew a little more nervous. What if this turned out to be a terrible idea? What if I was too scared to leave the apartment?? Actual fear I had.
I made lists of everything I wanted to see. I searched what Broadway shows were going to be on while I was there and figured I'd go see one. I couldn't narrow it down to one and then thought, screw it, go for it. Do everything.
Sooooooo . . . November 27th . . . terrible weather. I made it out of Winnipeg and got stuck in Toronto. The time on my flight kept changing. I was so worried that I was going to get in super late and I'd done all this planning to arrive during daylight hours. We finally took off and it was my second scariest flight. Weather weather weather. Now I'm at LaGuardia and I'm at the luggage carousel waiting near four women who flew in for the long weekend and to see a show and they knew where they were going and what they were doing so I just followed them from the baggage out to cabs and followed what they did. Beats the hell out of stopping to ask people all the time! I was trying really hard to not look like a tourist. My airbnb hosts even told me what to say when I got in the cab. Which was so awesome.
The cab ride was crazy. What a wild ride. It was still raining and we were flying through traffic weaving around and we were whizzing past all these places that only now seemed real to me.
|I'm in an NYC cab!|