And yet again it was raining. It is a true fact that every time I have visited the beautiful New York City I have viewed it through rain and my birthday was no different.
In the chilly morning air Kev and I caught our Uber to the bus station that would drive us the five hour trip to the city I have been dreaming of. It was my birthday, but it didn't feel like it. I'm not sure if it was because the whole day was a rush, or because the rain dampened the mood, or just because I had changed my Facebook privacy setting and I wasn't being bombarded with 1,000 of my "closest" friends wishing me a happy birthday. Or maybe I've just lost the childish birthday excitement - hope not.
Pulling into NYC was breath-taking as always. It's one of those places that gives me a huge feeling of possibility, like I'm never quite sure what could happen there. It's not like anything out of a movie has ever happened to me in New York, save for a couple kisses in the rain, but it still holds that feeling and I think that's what I love most about it. No matter how long I stay and no matter how many times I visit it's still special.
This particular trip was extra special because it included a few of my favorite things:
museums, bratwursts, and old friends. K and I perused the Metropolitan Museum of Art and saw some amazingly stunning pieces. The rest of the day was spent dodging raindrops and noshing just as hard as two foodies set loose in a new city can. We met up with an old friend of mine toward the end of the night and it was just icing on the day.
NYC was the perfect place to kick off becoming 22, and hopefully when I turn 23 I'll be celebrating from my NYC apartment, but until then I'll be back in DC for now.
Travel diary shared by The Nameless Nomads