Best friends since third grade--one thing I love about James is his unfailing loyalty to good friends. Mikey and his wife Kristin are in the great category--family really. They live in New York, aspiring actors, singers, dancers, costume makers, photographers--you get it, the creative types that touch something and it turns to gold. They were lovely hosts this weekend as we toured around on
Anwen's first trip to the city.
We walked through Central Park (remember there was snow on the ground last time), went through Times Square, China Town, Little Italy for canolis and coffee, walked through the parks near their house, had delicious food, visited Chelsea Market, walked the High Line, watched Star Wars Episode IV and V, then ended the trip on a rooftop deck in the middle of the city with good friends.
It was magical.
New York used to scare me. It's so...big. Boston feels ity bity compared. The subway is ten times bigger, the city is enormous, and there are people everywhere. But a professor told me once that you don't move to New York, you move to a neighborhood in the city, and from there you begin to explore in parts. He was right. Our quick trips down to visit the Mulligans allow us to soak up small pieces each time.
I still have a growing list of things I'd like to see. The Natural History Museum, the Strands Bookstore, Greenwich Village. Guess we'll have to visit again in the fall, maybe if we time it right we can hold a baby Mulligan.























