My first grown-up visit to New York City was around Thanksgiving just about 40 years ago. We drove non-stop from Florida, my boyfriend and I, to spend the holiday with his family in New Jersey.
I had a Kodak Instamatic camera and I took pictures of EVERYTHING! The street signs, the buildings, the people rushing around. Everything! Yes, I was the starry-eyed gawker, gaping at all the wonderfulness of New York. He was the “Hurry up, let’s get out of here,” old hand who’d grown up with the city just a stone’s throw away and took it all for granted.
I don’t know where those pictures are. The boyfriend became my husband and, after a time, we parted ways and wished each other well. The man with whom I share my life today also shares my starry-eyed gawking and gaping at the wonderfulness of New York. Some things change. Others just get better…