Originally published July 25, 2005
I’m back from a fabulous road trip, and although I was sad to leave family and friends behind, I am grateful to be back at home with my family here in Texas.
New York was a different experience for me this time around. On my previous visits to NYC, I was just a kid, in awe of everything, gaping at the tall buildings and massive crowds of humans. But this time, as a “mature adult” I found myself sizing up the city and the people living in it, wondering to myself, “Could I make it in this city?”
I had the chance to enjoy many of the sights and sounds of the city, but the days we had designated to go out and explore, well, it was HOT. This is coming from a person who has experienced Texas heat all of her life.
In closing, some lyrics from a U2 song, appropriately titled “New York.”
In New York summers get hot, well into the hundreds
You can’t walk around the block without a change of clothing
Hot as a hairdryer in your face
Hot as a handbag and a can of mace
In New York, I just got a place in New York
New York, New York