I debated writing this for almost a month. As the day approached I deleted multiple drafts. I feel like my 9/11 experience pales in comparison to those who reside in the great state of New York, and to those who lost loved ones. I in no way want to diminish or make light of any of this. I really want to honor the memory of those who lost their lives that day. But where do I start?
1997 was the first time I visited New York. I am from the San Francisco Bay Area. The hustle and bustle of Silicon Valley in its prime cannot even compare to the action of the Big Apple.
New York is a living organism. It is a living, breathing thing. It has a personality. Boy, does it have an abundance of personality. Attitude. Loud. Never sleeps. There is truly no place like it on earth.
Manhattan. Subways. Broadway. Times Square. Grand Central. Our Statue of Liberty and a chilly ride on a ferry. Central Park carriage ride, which is completely cliché but you HAVE to do it. Oh yes, cannot forget Broadway. I fell in love. (Someday, my friends.) The atmosphere is ELECTRIC. I have never experienced anything like it.
I had opportunities to go again the following 2 years, with a trip slated for December of 2011 with my dad and my husband.
To be continued…