When you move to New York City from somewhere else, you tend to live as a tourist for a good bit. After my first three years as a New Yorker, I could have easily written a Zagat guide. I was a perennial tourist (sans fanny pack), always off to new restaurants, museums, and historical landmarks. I saw at least 25 plays, even the crummy ones like Footloose. I was completely enamored with this new place I was lucky enough to call home, and figured my time here was limited so I better soak it all up while I could.
Eleven years later, I still have the same love for the city, but live a lot more like a local than a tourist (ie: spending Sunday morning on my couch rather than brunching and shopping). I'm trying to get my snap back, so I've committed myself to exploring this great city again. Starting with Central Park.
I always enter at 59th Street, right where the Gapstow Bridge curves over the neck of the pond. It's the best place to enter the park, in my opinion. Of course, I'm biased, as it's the one closest to my subway exit.
The park is full of amazing architecture, like the Bethesda Terrace.
And sculptures like Hans Christian Anderson
and Alice in Wonderland. The park is also full of children...
and mysteriously hairy gnomes.
In the spring, the Great Lawn is one big plush green blanket, and the trees look like they're growing cotton.
In the fall, the sun streaks through the trees' empty gaps and casts cool shadows on the ground.
This is where people stretch.
And take wedding pictures.
And remind me why I love living here so much.