In the middle of my stay in Boston, E and I took a short trip to NYC. Only two days, but enough to eat the best pasta I’ve ever had in my life so far and visit museums and get shocked at the amount of human beings Times Square can contain. E got food poisoning on our trip there and promised to be a better host the next time she accompanied me to NYC.
I do miss traveling and all the strangeness and unexpected joy that come along with it. And all the food. THE FOOD.
PS: You’ve got this, NYC! Because you’re NY tough.