I've been to NYC before, but haven't spent much time there. Now that DPR and AP live there, I have the fantastic opportunity to experience the city in a slightly different way. I have an apartment to come home to, friends to meet, places to go rather than a hotel room to leave to go around riding an open-air tour bus to see the Brooklyn Bridge, the Statue of Liberty and the Empire State Building. I get to experience neighborhoods, and it so good.
I spent all of my time in Manhattan, which, mercifully is laid out as a grid. So, while I never worried too much about getting totally lost, I did wonder how I'd maneuver in a city. I've been back in the Big Square Red State from DC for three years now. Would I be all awkward, trying to get around the city? Would I be paranoid of missing my subway stop all the time?
Thankfully, I fell right into step, prancing around the city. I was a metropolitan pedestrian once again, confidently covering the city with my purposeful steps. March on!
At La Guardia, as I boarded my flight home, I felt proud of how I handled myself among eight million neighbors and streets so numerous they can't all be found on a map.
Me: [swipe my ticket through the ticket reader at the United Airlines gate. Stride confidently down the corridor.]
Flight Attendant: "Excuse me! Excuse me! This isn't Denver!"
Me: [Turn, smile at the gentleman behind me. I wonder what flight he is supposed to be on?]
Flight Attendant: "Passenger Sagebrush! This is not flight 409 to Denver. This is flight 406 to Chicago!"