This day of departure was mirrored in the morning weather of midtown – cloudy, misty, and bordering on rain. Yet there was fullness in our hearts, thanks to a wonderful weekend and a magnificent Betty Buckley performance. One can’t be sorry too long with such happy memories stored neatly away in such fresh wrapping. We packed our bags and headed to Grand Central Station.
It’s so much nicer there than Penn Station – we should probably consider saving money and driving down to the station that usually goes into this one for the future. Though there is no seating in the waiting area, it is so much prettier and more spacious that it’s worth a bit of standing. It was much easier to board too, without all the subterranean escalators and cramped lines and lunatics that seem to overrun Penn Station.
Our time in Manhattan had come to a close. I wish we could have stayed a little longer, but there were comforts only home could provide – a pool, a conversation couch, a fluffy bed – and we would return to New York in the fall anyway to see ‘Come From Away’ with my parents. (The first thing any sensible person does upon ending a vacation is to plan the next one.)
Another comforting thought was that the one constant throughout this weekend of fun was Andy, and since he was coming along with me we could have our own adventures closer to home. Even with his limited mobility, he soldiered through, and thanks to some help from Uber we got everywhere we needed to go. The city had opened up secret glimpses of beauty, lifting the veil from its hidden treasures so that we could see the magic of a perfect rose or hear the gorgeousness of a song of hope.
Until we return…
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