The Finale
I’m at the airport, waiting to board. I feel like I’m in one of those movies where the lovers are forced apart by their families, only in my story it’s the U.S. government that won’t let me stay in the city I love.
Yesterday, after trying to squeeze my (nearly) one year in America into my bags, I went on one last walkabout round the city, starting at Union Square, south through the East Village and Soho, down through Chinatown to the Brooklyn Bridge. Got on the subway up to Upper East Side, to Central Park where I sat under my favourite tree as the sun went down, then over to the west side to catch a glimpse of the 4th of July fireworks. Going out with a bang, I suppose. I didn’t take very many pictures, I wasn’t in the right mindset, but it was nice to see some parts/streets I knew I hadn’t checked out before.
Today there wasn’t much time for anything, but I did one thing I never got around to the whole time I lived here: see it from above. So I headed up to the Top of the Rock, since (from what I’ve heard) it’s just as good as the Empire State Building, and not as crowded. A nice way to say goodbye, but just for now, I hope.
