I was only in New York for 3 days and all of them were filled with an HGTV Holiday Shoot so I didn't really get to have much alone time with my secret affair--NYC.
It was raining when I landed at JFK. The ride over the bridge into Manhattan is one of my favorite journeys. I cannot count the number of times I have done that same exact ride. I'm sure it has been hundreds and each trip across the bridge feels like it's filled with different and new possibilities.
The above views are from the window of my cab and the view from my hotel once I checked in. I was exhausted by the time I arrived, but one look out my hotel window and I suddenly had a new found surge of energy and the only thing that was going to satisfy it was a walk in the rain through the streets of my temporary neighborhood (lower east side). I grabbed a coffee on the corner, grabbed a slice of pepperoni pizza across the street and I was on my way. I had no idea where I was going to go, but that didn't matter. I was in New York and I have lived in L.A. for so long that my need to walk in a city where I didn't feel like the lone wolf out on the streets was so great, that a plan wasn't on the itinerary. There were others out there as well and they too were walking. These were my people...talking, laughing, making plans, yelling at cars going by, getting into cabs and sneaking underground to the next stop for what I was sure was an incredibly exciting and way too hip and smart evening.
Taking in all the neighborhood visuals and the smells that seem to change from block to block felt euphoric.
I have been in L.A. for over 15 years and every time I go to New York I feel right at home from the moment my very anxious feet hit the ground...I've given up waiting to feel that in L.A. Don't get me wrong, I have grown to appreciate Los Angeles, but I always wind up having a fulfilling NYC affair that L.A. could never match. Don't tell L.A. It thinks we're on a break.