NY Hotel Room
Here I sit at the window desk in my hotel room on the 20th floor in New York City. My husband is running the New York Marathon and because I am directionally challenged my thoughts and prayers are with him but I am comfy and warm embracing this quiet time to write. I feel like Carrie from Sex in the City, looking out at the NYC skyline and observing its life. There is a palpable sense of energy in this city. It is filled with motion, hundreds of people on every street, honking horns, trash bags piled 6 high on sidewalks and the âfâ word constantly muttered. It is filled with night life and style, fashion and cigarettes, I know KY has more smokers, but I guess due to the condensed amount of people it is more noticeable here. The architecture is unbelievable, building after building, incredible designs, proportions, colors, and ages, each with amazing character and distinction. It is packed and moving at great paces yet people are helpful to others. I have been fortunate enough to listen to tidbits of conversations as we moved among the streets here. They are the conversations of every day people but I could hear them because we walked so close to others on their phones. I can see into windows and down onto balconies that people must crawl through their windows to reach. Sirens and horns are a constant back ground noise when exploring the streets. The subways are swift and will sweep you up but they are not dirty and I did not feel like I was in any danger riding them. The people I have encountered have been kind and helpful except for the few angry homeless people on the streets who were obviously mentally disturbed. I did see a man scurrying down 34th street Saturday morning at 9:00 am in pink panties and a bra and nothing else. It is a place that I think everyone should experience at least once but it is too fast, overcrowded and packed for my personality. I need space, more green, and less people able to watch me as I write. New York is a true experience.
