First We’ll Take Manhattan…

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We made it. Thanks to a tribunal payout, I treated The Teenager to five days in Manhattan, a city I used to love and live in.

He was overwhelmed. The view from our hotel room, the vast array of fast food outlets (natch), the endless shopping for t-shirts, the atmosphere. It was a film set come true.

We sailed around Manhattan, circumnavigated the Statue of Liberty, saw the whole city from the top of the Empire State building, wandered the streets, peered in windows. We chatted to NYPD cops. To Starbucks employees, bar staff, random Minions (see photo),

For me, New York reignited my love of life. Life and energy were  everywhere. I spoke to a mother and daughter from North Carolina, putting in place a bucket wish list. I spoke to Irish bar-tenders who had moved there and lost everything in the storm but were still trucking on, plus he makes the best martinis that side of the Atlantic (The Hyatt, off Times Square).

Anyway, yes, New York was a breath of fresh air. After over two years pretty much house bound through job loss and loneliness, I realised that life goes on. And on. It happens whether I like it or not. I have been a bit of a hermit. So here’s what I will take home with me:

  • Life is waaaaaay bigger than my little world.
  • I can wear what I like, when I like. Even if I am fat ( I know, I know).
  • There is a whole world out there, ready to explore.
  • MS may curtail stuff, but stuff it.

Fair play, MS reared its ugly head. And then some. I was in Macey’s and felt the earth move (really).

After panicking and looking around me I finally got the picture. It was me. I was on the top floor. But, hey, I had a brand new Ralph Lauren trench coat. MS be damned. I went back to the hotel and admired my beautiful coat before conking out for three hours…..

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14 thoughts on “First We’ll Take Manhattan…

  1. Tony Cardis says:

    Just back from a week in Lanzarote with the Grandkids, and for first time ever went parasailing, probably because I wanted to show MS you can’t stop me, you will slow me down but you won’t stop me.
    Make a promise keep having fun and so will I

    • stumbling in flats says:

      That’s amazing!! I definitely promise – MS had held me back for far too long. As soon as I get back on my feet properly, I’m out that door again…
      x

  2. Tricia says:

    Great to hear from you, enjoy and write soon, I miss you.

    Luv to you both.

    Tricia in rainy Wales

    • stumbling in flats says:

      Thank you so much! Really miss blogging regularly.
      After the glorious sunshine in New York, it’s taking a while to adjust to a damp Cardiff. Although the plants in my garden seem to have sprouted up in the week I was away!
      x

  3. sounds like you both had a great time and yes you can wear what you like no matter how big you might think you are (which is always bigger then nwhat we think we are), and yes stuff MS 🙂

  4. Sally says:

    Glad you had a blast. Been years since visited New York. My teenager is DESPERATE to visit. She is also dreaming of endless tshirts, pancakes and gadgets – cos we don’t have any of that stuff in Europe .

    • stumbling in flats says:

      HAha! Yup weird. Last time I looked we had pancakes in wales.
      Fab time. This time last week we are at the Easter parade. Sigh. Miss the energy but taking me a while to get over it.
      X

  5. SO happy to hear you both had a good time. But it’s nice to have you back, as that means more blog posts! 🙂

    • stumbling in flats says:

      Thank you!
      Not sure I will be doing anything as exciting as New York in the near future though lol.
      I will be back though…
      X

  6. Hope ebbert says:

    So glad to see you are back and blogging again! Also, your trip to NYC sounds great and I’m glad you and the Teenager had fun.

    Stay we’ll,
    Hope

    • stumbling in flats says:

      Thanks Hope!
      Yup, we had a brilliant time. Life-affirming! Life seems awfully quiet now lol…
      X

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