Part four of a mini series - the final installment
New York was great.New York was grand.
New York was swell.
Can I go back now?
That final night I did just what I had said I would. Sitting in the lobby of the hotel until after 2am was a good experience. Watching the people filter in and out from their evenings of entertainment in the city was intriguing and relaxing, writing helped me to clear my mind, and staying up late made me feel as though I had squeezed just a bit extra out of the city.
When I did finally turn in I laid on my daybed under the window of the 48th floor hotel room and just listened. Dozing off for, at most, two hours, I was lulled into that slumber by the sounds from the streets below. Sirens, horns, people calling for taxis, music and the slamming of trash trucks were a sweet melody. What an odd combination.
As I knew it would, 5:20am eventually rolled around. With my camera backpack slung over my shoulders and dragging my carryon suitcase behind, I made one last ride down the elevator to the lobby below. Walking outside to the shuttle was perfect, rain was falling and had created a glistening shine on the pavement. Through the dark of an unfortunately early morning Times Square's lights reflected off the puddles and bounced off the raindrops.
It was a perfect morning.
Now that I'm back to my Southern California home it is time to return to college classes, two jobs and an internship. With my suitcase sitting on the floor of my closet, chances are I will start daydreaming of my next adventure.
Where will I go next?
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