"In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York"
This is on my mind because I'm writing from New York. Well, really from our Airbnb rental in Garfield, New Jersey. Lauren went home this afternoon to pick up the kids from some friends in Baltimore, and I'll present a paper at the national education research conference. We left Baltimore on Friday morning, and saw the Statue of Liberty, Ellis Island, and Ground Zero on Friday. On Saturday we completed an endowment session at the Manhattan Temple, met with a professor that I wanted to network with from UConn, saw Wicked, walked a portion of the High Line, and tried out a few restaurants. Here are some pictures, in sequence:
We didn't stop at the Statue of Liberty because it was mid afternoon by the time we made it from Baltimore to New Jersey, from New Jersey to the train station in Manhattan, and from the train station in Manhattan to the ferries.
Below is part of the NY skyline, as seen from the ferry.
Below is us after Wicked, thoroughly impressed. When we moved to the east coast, we both had some things we wanted to do or see while in the east. It's a short list. I could probably count it on one hand. I think it goes something like: Monticello, Independence Hall/Liberty Bell, Boston, Wicked. Honestly, I had unrealistic expectations for Wicked and I didn't expect it to live up to them. I was told it was just amazing. But I was skeptical because it was hyped so much, and it is a musical, which I don't always love--but I do like some musicals (Fiddler on the roof, for example).
Wicked knocked my socks off.
basketball team?) You'll notice that in one of these pictures, the store resorted to plastic wrap--presumably because they were out of gates.
We stayed in New Jersey and took the trains in every day because the basement we rented in New Jersey was about 1/4th of the price (from $200 to $50/ night) as Manhattan hotels. Of course, navigating an unfamiliar public transportation system didn't come without its hiccups. We had a 3 minute window to catch a transfer train on our way home last night, and got on the wrong train. It set us back an hour.
Lastly, at church today, we visited a nice small ward. I always feel bad when we visit wards because people's faces always fall visibly when we tell them we're visitors and not new move-ins. But I understand, visitors are infinitely less exciting than new additions to the ward. However, on the opposite side, it is not as exciting to say "we're new" as I think it should be. Whenever we tell people we're new move-ins, their faces don't get any brighter. They don't appear crestfallen, it is true, but the conversation ends equally quickly, "Well, welcome."