This weekend marks our annual trip to NYC for my sister's birthday.
We have been taking frequent trips to the city since we moved to Maryland when I was 8, yet my mother continues to marvel in the tourist traps and is a sucker for a brochure. This weekend will include me on a bus (sleep on the way up, drink wine on the way back), Christmas in full effect (Macy's and a show), and my mom playing tourist(again).
I love New York this time of year, or really any year. My mom and I have spent full days at the Metropolitan Museum of Art getting lost and sitting in quiet. I have marched down the streets like I know where I'm going. I have eaten in that restaurant Miranda Presley in The Devil Wears Prada insists her steak lunch comes from.
I used to thing this city is where I would end up after college, but that hasn't happened. I love having it within driving distance, and living my Blair Waldorf dreams out whenever I want to take the 2 hour drive.
Making memories. Making traditions. Falling in love with the lights and the life every single time I go.
Welcome to New York.