Does anyone else believe in fate, destiny, or maybe reincarnation? I am a big supporter in saying everything happens for a reason. The ripple effect of the smallest pebble when dropped in water results in large waves. Where would we be if we made that left turn instead of the right? What would be occupying our time if we would have said no instead of yes? Those are questions that will never have an answer. Opportunity is wasted on those that live in the past and hold on to many regrets. Sometimes though it is nice to revisit memories and thank whoever was in charge for making sure they happened.
This is a post I’ve been thinking about doing for a while. As of late there have been questions and topics popping up all over social media about the vegan scene in New York City. All of it has made me extremely thankful I had the opportunity to live out my dream of visiting The Big Apple. I mostly blame two ladies I follow on Instagram. One is getting ready to have a short visit while the other is preparing to move there. They have triggered many of my memories to resurface and have once again made me emotional as I long to go back. I would like to tell you the story of how this trip happened, what we did while we were there, and what we took away from the experience. So as to not bombard you with all of this at once I will break it up into three parts with this post being part one, the introduction.
First, I will share with you why I believe I’m so obsessed with this magical city. As a girl I dreamed of New York. I can’t recall exactly when I learned about it or why I knew I just had to go there. I used to say I wanted to grow up to be an artist, but that’s not why I wanted to go. It might have had something to do with my love of buildings which later influenced my decision to become an architect.
I spent most of my time growing up engrossed in movies. My favorites were those set in New York. My all-time favorite being “Big” starring the great and powerful Tom Hanks. I must have watched that movie a hundred times by now. That Zoltar machine has great significance in my life. One of my favorite scenes is the big piano in the toy store. I know I’m not the only one. I constantly found myself jealous of the fictional characters portraying a perfect life in the big city. I knew I wanted to be just like them.
After returning home from the greatest time of my life I really started to wonder why I was so drawn to the East coast. I have since concluded that I in fact lived there in a past life. During the 50’s to be exact. I felt oddly at home once my feet touched the ground after being anxious all through the flight. I know by now you are probably thinking to yourself, “This chick is nuts!” I might be and I’m okay with that.
I will tell you why I believe this to be so. I have never been able to be friends with others my age. I always found them to be immature and annoying. Instead I hung around my mom and her friends, or tried to latch on to my older brother and his friends, or hung out with my teachers during the lunch hour at school.
My mom used to tell me when I was about 12 years old that I act and talk as if I were 30 going through menopause. I didn’t really enjoy my childhood, as sad as that is, because I was always off in la la land planning exactly what I wanted my future to look like. I was that quiet kid observing the adults, wishing they would include me in their conversations. I had so much I wanted to say to them. To prove that I understood what they were talking about. Being told, “You’re too young to understand.” was my greatest pet peeve and always left me in a nasty mood. Once I started to speak up they realized I was wise beyond my years. It finally made me feel accepted, as if I belonged.
Why 50’s you ask? That’s an easy question to answer. I love all things vintage and have a hard time bringing myself to accept all this new technology. For the longest time I refused getting an iPod because I love my vinyl records. I really can’t stand the current slang that texting and social media has made popular. I can’t understand it and I don’t want to. To be obnoxious I will even spell out numbers. I don’t care if my texts are too long. I value proper grammar too much to dumb it down. I can’t get on board with all these crazy new fashion trends because I love the classic look of the skirts and dresses often paired with cardigans that was all the rage almost 70 years ago.
You see, doesn’t it all make sense? Whoever I was back then didn’t get to live a full life. I believe she died too young and that is why New York has been calling me. I’m probably reading way too much into this, but it is fun to think about. Am I the only one that feels so strongly about a city? Maybe if you share what you feel helplessly drawn to I won’t seem so crazy. In part two I will share lots of photos of our time in NYC and walk you through the itinerary I developed. For a big city full of vegan adventures you need a plan of attack.
Photos of scenes from Big were found on E! Online and Vogue Daily