So this weekend I spent exactly 24 hours in New York City, and I had a great time. It's funny comparing road trips in DC to Utah. Instead driving four hours to end up in the red rock heaven of Moab or charming quaint Jackson Hole we have Philly that's two hours away, New York is four hours and Boston is eight. It's a different kind of escape and the adventure always brings the unexpected. For instance on this New York trip we were in China town looking at knock off purses. My roommate Staci (in the middle in the above picture) wanted a particular bag that you had to go a hidden room in a warehouse to see. So we followed this women three blocks away into an alley and through a huge metal door. We climbed four flights of stairs and when she opened the door I was shocked to see about thirty Asian men and women at sewing machines with fabric everywhere working at creating these designer knockoffs for the tourists. I felt like I had stepped back in time about fifty years, or at least crossed the border to a different country.
On our whirlwind tour of New York we visited Central Park, the Brooklyn Bridge, the Manhatten Temple, and Times Square. We also helped my roommate Staci prepare for the annual "Wheeler Party" that her and her brothers host. There were probably around 200 Young Single Adults from the area who came to their Hawaiian themed party, however I was exhausted and really not in the mood to make small talk with a bunch of people that I probably would never see again so I went and took a nap for about an hour and a half, then woke up in time to dance for about a half hour before the party died down. New York is an amazing city, but I was just reminded of how I really don't ever want to live there, when we came back to DC it seemed so small, clean, and familiar. Home.


