Tourist for Life
This morning I had the distinct privilege of riding the B express train from Park Slope to Midtown. Aside from being an express train (the only way to fly), the B travels up and over the Manhattan Bridge, rising out of its tunnel like the sun rising over the East River. To the left is a close up view of the Brooklyn Bridge, its cables suspended over the water, dangerously assembled in a day before cars, let alone trains, were imagined to cross bridges.
While I craned my neck, shifting it into abstract arrangements in order to see this bridge out the window, I couldn't help but look at my other passengers, so calm and self-contained. There were readers, sleepers and daydreamers. They were so wrapped up in their own lives, schedules and thoughts (or working hard to escape them through novels), they didn't even SEE the Brooklyn Bridge, the sunlight dancing on the river or the captivating contrast of sprawling Chinatown graffiti pushed up against the perfectly polished financial district. I've been in NYC for almost two years and these scenes still grip me, still fill me with the kind of awe only an outsider can experience.
If it means I'll never be a New Yorker, so be it.
I don't want to miss this.
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4 comments:
It's so great that you still feel that way. I can't imagine being in New York and not being in awe.
I've lived in the Bay Area for 12 years, and I still enjoy staring out the moonroof, looking straight up at the huge orange towers, as I drive across the Golden Gate Bridge.
I get the same way every time I take take the Morrison Bridge into downtown Portland. The bridges, the river, the Rose Quarter, the West Hills...it never gets old.
Love your blog, Diana!!
Who would have thought, a mere 2 years ago, our biggest decision was what take out to get while out on an APS run?? Time flies.
xoxoxo
Lizzy
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