grand

I’ve thought about it quite a bit, blogging stories about my New York trip. I visualize myself approaching the computer, standing and leaning against the desk to type. But no words. Not very many words, anyway. Not any original words, or words that didn’t already automatically occur to me when I thought NEW YORK CITY.

And the photos that I’ve taken…. they’re so bad. Not all of them. But most of them are just me being overwhelmed at the visual feast, and the noise, and the smells, and weird things the air did. I guess that makes it sounds like a bad experience. But it wasn’t bad. It was just different. So very different than what I’m used to experiencing. So the photos, instead of being thoughtfully composed and clear, tend to be blurry and tilted and a little bit confusing. 

Oh well.

Out of our window in the hotel, we were faced with the Chrysler Building. I loved watching the light change throughout the day, so I was glad we were able to pop in and out of the hotel room at different times. 

We were in and out of Grand Central every day. It was so large. And so open. With so many arches and tunnels and doorways and cubbies and lights. But it still managed to be quite dark. And dirty. And absolutely loud.

I don’t know if it’s the time of year or just all the things that have happened at the same time, but, I feel like I have a sentence or two about all.the.things (even with what I’ve been reading/listening to/watching, apart from the trip). There’s no real analysis. It’s just straightforward observation.

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window seats

I downloaded the airline’s app a few weeks before my trip. It kept hitting me with obnoxious notifications, so I finally explored what options I had. At one point it asked me for a seat preference – aisle or window. I selected window. All four of my seats were window seats. On the last leg, though, I entered the plane after someone was already in my window seat. I just let it go.

In no particular order and unedited, photos from the plane windows:

I also took photos of the interior and even the exterior of each plane, because Ann Meriel asked me MORE THAN ONCE what my airplanes would be like. I think I have 15 minutes of video, also. After my first few Facebook posts, they let me know they had seen everything. They mostly shrugged me off until this week, when a video of us flying in an actual cloud made them think that MAYBE they hadn’t seen EVERYTHING I took pictures of on my trip.

UPDATED TO ADD NOTES I MADE IN ONE OF TWO NOTEBOOKS I TOOK WITH ME (WHEN I WAS STILL LYING TO MYSELF LIKE I WAS GONNA READ A LOT AND WRITE A LOT AND LISTEN TO HOURS OF PODCASTS):

At DC :: 9:56am :: 8-31-2018

the plane window was super dirty so I’m not sure how the photos will turn out; the plane ride was so amazing – watching the world slide away, seeing the clouds trail past, slipping up thru the clouds

the plane was so tiny – maybe ten feet across? there were two seats on each side; there was NOT room to successfully pull up my hair [not without elbowing the girl next to me in the face]