It only took a few years of gentle cajoling from the East Coast, but we finally booked tickets and flew to New York. It was the first visit for both of us and honestly, the longest vacation we’ve taken in over 8 years. Hey! Work is addictive and hard to stop!
I was born on the East Coast, but moved to Washington when I was 7. I haven’t been back since, with the exception of a short trip to Washington DC when I was in junior high. All my memories of the East Coast are infused with weather though, lots of snow, freezing icicles, hot thundering summer storms, fireflies, salamanders and summer smells. The first thing that struck me on this trip was how different the foliage and green is on the East Coast. So different from the Pacific Northwest and Bay Area that I am now used to, but it felt familiar in a distant way.
We had a few things planned for our trip: I had a few client and shop visits, we knew we wanted to visit the new Whitney, walk the Highline, see Eataly and drive up to Storm King, otherwise we left our week open after gathering lots of recommendations for eating and wandering from friends and neighbors. My favorite parts of our trip was exploring neighborhoods we hadn’t anticipated spending much time in. We spent a rainy afternoon in Greenwich Village, ducking into a few wine bars and record shops, and another afternoon in Dumbo wandering when the sun came out. We spent one of our last days wandering through Greenpoint after brunch an old friend, and ended the afternoon with a drink and a good view at The Wythe Hotel. A few days we walked 8-9 miles, but it rarely ever felt like that.
We stayed in Brooklyn for the week, but tried out two different neighborhoods– we stayed with Intern’s sisters in Ditmas Park for a few days then stayed at a great airbnb in Fort Greene for a few days. We only encountered the tourist hoards when we walked across the Brooklyn Bridge, and briefly saw them from safer distances. Oh, except for the time we spent in Eataly (at my insistence) that place was insanely busy and overwhelming, like Disneyland for food. We managed to run ourselves around every day until midnight, though I know we just scratched the surface of everything. We played the game, “what if we lived here?” in nearly every neighborhood, pondering what our lives might look like. (Note: Don’t worry mom/friends/worriers, we’re not moving, just talking!) It was hard to sleep at night, I think my brain could not turn off after nonstop visual overload, but I couldn’t wait to do it all again every morning.
We also made a quick stop in Cleveland on the way back home to visit friends who have not-so-gently been harassing us to come visit them for the last 2 years. Thats what they get for abandoning us, or I mean, moving away from San Francisco for professional opportunities that far outweigh the opportunities here. Whatever. We loved seeing two of our favorite people in the home they’ve built together. They played eager tour guides, and gave us a walking and driving tour of Cleveland, but we were really just happy to hang out with bare feet and a glass of wine catching up. The rack of lamb didn’t hurt either.