I Heart the People of New York

I just got back from NYC. I had the best time in the Big Apple. It was one of my favorite vacation spots this year. I've been to New York numerous times, but this trip was different and special for a couple of reasons. One, I'm at a better place in my life where I can allow myself to truly enjoy people, places and things. Two, New York City is an amazing city dripping with culture. Last but not least is the people of New York...more specifically the friends I have in New York.

All the glitz and glam of Time Square, the history of the Statue of Liberty, the yummy eateries, or the culture and beauty of the Metropolitan Museum alone did not make my trip memorable. The true fullness and splendor of my trip came from the friends I spent time with. The older and dare I say more "mature" I get, the more I realize the importance and rarity of good friends. On a densely populated island where millions can encounter the shady and crooked so easily, good people and friends are a true blessing and gift.

The laughter, goofiness, coffee tawks, etc.... that I shared with my friends only reverberated all the goodness that surrounds my life. Usually, I devalue and diminish this gift, because I choose to look at life or the glass half empty. For some reason, I'm finally seeing how my life and glass is half full and becoming fuller because of my True Friend above. Hm, I didn't think I could ever mature, but I guess even the most reluctant Peter Pan wannabe can grow up and see that adulthood is actually pretty sweet.