It's Christmas time in the city...
I admit, I was skeptical about whether the Christmas season could get me out of my funk but it did. Really it's specifically the city during Christmas. New York City is always magical but it is exceptional during this time. I think it has a lot to do with the fact that it's a walking city and you can really absorb the decorations and lights at a slow pace instead of watching them as you zoom by in your car at 50 miles per hour.
This past weekend we had some friends in town and it was their first visit to NYC. We became tour guides and decided to get as much stuff in as possible. It sounds like a pain in the ass but it turned out to be an amazing weekend. Between Rockefeller Center and the tree, Soho shopping in winter coats, dinner in the Upper West Side as the first season's flurries came down outside, the renewed awe of Times Square at night, and ice skating and hot cocoa in Bryant Park, I could not have been happier about living here.
This year has been full of obstacles and transitions. The bf was laid off again due to office closings so we're back to being as tight as we were back in March. Making new friends is still difficult since I'm working from home. And being away from family is more heartwrenching than I ever expected. But still, we seem to be getting by inch by inch. As I took in the holiday cheer through the cotton-like snow in the air I knew that things could only get better here.
I mean, it's New York and it's Christmas. How can you not feel hopeful?
I admit, I was skeptical about whether the Christmas season could get me out of my funk but it did. Really it's specifically the city during Christmas. New York City is always magical but it is exceptional during this time. I think it has a lot to do with the fact that it's a walking city and you can really absorb the decorations and lights at a slow pace instead of watching them as you zoom by in your car at 50 miles per hour.
This past weekend we had some friends in town and it was their first visit to NYC. We became tour guides and decided to get as much stuff in as possible. It sounds like a pain in the ass but it turned out to be an amazing weekend. Between Rockefeller Center and the tree, Soho shopping in winter coats, dinner in the Upper West Side as the first season's flurries came down outside, the renewed awe of Times Square at night, and ice skating and hot cocoa in Bryant Park, I could not have been happier about living here.
This year has been full of obstacles and transitions. The bf was laid off again due to office closings so we're back to being as tight as we were back in March. Making new friends is still difficult since I'm working from home. And being away from family is more heartwrenching than I ever expected. But still, we seem to be getting by inch by inch. As I took in the holiday cheer through the cotton-like snow in the air I knew that things could only get better here.
I mean, it's New York and it's Christmas. How can you not feel hopeful?
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