Steps of a Dancewriter - ~Home Again~

I've decided that living in New York would be the best of this world if: A) You are rich B) You are young  WHY? Because the city seems intolerant of much less. Regardless, I love being there. Probably because when I go it's for a trip -- something temporary. 

Aaron loved it. We enjoyed taking him everywhere, seeing his reaction to the flashing brilliance of Times Square and the weirdness of Ripley's Believe it or Not. He adored the Museum of Natural History and savored his burger and Frrrozen Hot Chocolate at Serendiptiy. He couldn't get enough of the subway!



We froze. But two days on Canal Street took care of that as we were escorted in and out of secret alleys and over sweatshops whilst we shopped for designer knock-offs.



Central Park was a highlight. We skated at the rink and Aaron climbed plenty of rocks.



Ate great Indian food on the Upper West Side. ( The Bombay House here in Provo still rules, however, and we've now eaten Indian at 3 different NYC places, one in London and one in Chicago!)



We attended church on Sunday, always a treat to meet fellow members who live in the city. It's always hard for me to leave New York. I love the endless city noise, the tempo, the energy. I came home and looked out over the vast snow-covered valley I see every day from my home and thought, "Wow, look at all that space! Look at the mountains! The lake! The endlessness of it all!"

Relative.