How do they still work at this point? I’m amazed at the tenacity of the human body.
We’re going to explore the Highline and the Chelsea galleries today. That means lots, and lots, and lots, and lots of walking. It was nice. I had fun. But I did a lot of sitting down when I could and I didn’t really take a lot of pictures.
After we crossed the Highline, we were set off on our own to see the Chelsea galleries. It was kind of neat to just see the different artists of New York, even though some of it was really weird. (clowns and murder and plastic geodes and blood and lady butt smacking? ok) Lauryn and I branched off and explored the galleries on our own. We met up for another presentation at the Whitney Museum of Modern Art, then we all went to this garage-like place that had lots of little shops and restaurants in it. It was really cute, they had little gelato stands and noodle places and bakeries and all sorts of cute little shops. I ended up getting some spaghetti and some gelato. It was a satisfying lunch.
After that Lauryn and I stuck around with Ben and Neil to look at more weird New York art. I think that was my favorite part. I don’t have much to say, because I don’t want to sit here and type up descriptions of everything I saw, but it was definitely and experience. Part of me is disappointed that I didn’t take more pictures, and another part of me is okay with myself living in the moment at that point.
Ryan did join us later and he brought his daughter.
There really isn’t much else to say. We explored the galleries more, then we went back to the hostel and waited for everyone to meet us there so we could get back to the airport. We got to LaGuardia fine, and we were all exhausted, I could tell. I think someone had been tracking on their phone, and we walked an average of 17 miles per day in New York, which was awesome for my calorie counter but not my feet.
We got back to Starkville fine, and the guy shuttling us was nice enough to drive me to my apartment.
I was so grateful I was able to go on this trip. Not only did I get to know my teachers better and I made awesome new friends, I got to explore the most glorified city in the United States. And though it wasn’t as spectacular as movies and television make it out to be, I think that humanized it a little bit for me and made it seem like a real place as opposed to this scary, big city where everyone dies and only murder happens and art people suffer and make no money. I saw it was a real place full of people living there making a living doing what they love. The opportunities I saw there were just within my grasp, I just have to be brave enough to reach out for it.
Thank you, New York. You’ve opened my eyes. I hope that someday we may meet again.