Train ride to New York City

Ash and I at her baby shower

For the first time in a very, very long time, I headed into New York City, alone. A wonderful friend had her baby shower at this cool little space called The Farm in Soho. Taking the train in was no concern of mine but navigating from Penn Station to the shower was daunting. I had three transportation choices once I got off the train. I could walk an hour, take a 20-minute taxi ride or a 15-minute subway trip. With some excellent directions from a friend, I attempted the subway.

I was doing a great job of pretending to be confident and walking like I knew where I was headed until a cockroach the size of my iPhone scurried in front of me on the subway steps. Not one person around me flinched. It took every ounce of control I had not to scream. I regained my confidence and journeyed on.

Once at the party, I had a wonderful time seeing old friends. It’s not often that I get to eat, drink, or chat without a child hanging on me. So, I truly reveled in my freedom to move about and use both my hands.

On the subway ride home, I got stuck in the car where a homeless man occupied an entire bench snoring loudly. Then, if space wasn’t tight enough, two kids decided to start doing subway acrobatics. One of their sneakers came just millimeters from my face as they flipped around the pole. All I could think of at that moment was how I longed for suburbia. That young girl who wanted so badly to live in the city has clearly transformed into a woman happy exactly where she is.

The Nightingale

Me reading the Nightingale in bed

This many seem like a crazy statement but sitting alone on the train was the most luxurious treat. I had the perfect window of opportunity to focus on finishing my book, “The Nightingale” by Kristin Hannah. This book has me completely under its spell. Once you start reading, it’s hard to put it down. The almost 90-minute train ride each way meant I could be transported to France where the book takes place.

As wonderful as a day I had venturing into the city to celebrate a new baby, seeing old friends and having some alone time to do some reading, I am finally back in “the burbs,” and all I have to say is…

HOME, SWEET HOME…

2017-04-24T15:53:53+00:00 April 23rd, 2017|Travel|

About the Author:

My name is Sarah and people know me as wife, daughter, mother, and a budgeting ninja. I’m detailed oriented and passionate about cooking. I love design shows and one day want to open a consignment furniture store. If I could have my way everything would be neat, tidy and in it’s place. I have two beautiful babies, Ava, 3 and Max, 16 months and I shouldn’t leave out our pups, Babe and Jordan. We live in the greater Princeton Area, in the good ole’ New Jersey.

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