Okay, I have a confession to make.
I have done a lot of traveling for work and vacation in some of the biggest and most exciting cities in the world.
But though I could afford it, I have never been to two of the greatest cities in the world – Paris and New York City. Did I hear you say, “What???”
Yes, dear friends. Never. Been. There. Until I turned 50.
But now, I understand why. And I will tell you about New York this time.
New York was a dare. The man was in love. The woman, about to fall too. But both coming from long term relationships that didn’t work, and considering their ages, they didn’t want to waste their time being in a relationship that they didn’t feel right about. He is based in New York. She had a life in Manila.
One day, she decided that they had to be together, one place, one time, just the two of them, so she would know if the relationship was worth pursuing or whether to cut it short quickly if there was no future to it. He dared her to come to NY as he couldn’t get away from work. Less than 48 hours later, she was on a plane to decide her future.
She flew 17,000 miles just for a weekend stay. He made it worth her while. Gifts that were paired with each course of the first dinner they had at his home. A night spent watching the musical Beautiful to surprise the Carole King fan in her. His knowledgeable telling of history at the museums they visited. The quiet walks they took at the Cloisters. Mornings spent singing their favorite songs, he on the guitar and she, singing her heart out. More than these, there was an overall feeling of warmth, familiarity, a sense of calm. More importantly, he made her feel the love that she realized she deserved all the years before.
That, in a nutshell, was how we knew we would be together for the rest of our lives. The weekend trip was the culmination of our individual journeys, different paths that were taken from our common origin spiced by triumphs and failures along the way. We just felt natural, like two long-lost friends who have finally found their way back to each other. And knowing that in spite the distance and the different choices we have made, there were more than enough common threads that we could weave together to form a beautiful tapestry.
New York was love. First, for the man who was destined to become my life partner. Second, because it holds a greater meaning for me than just being a beautiful destination. Maybe that’s why I have never been there before. It had to be at a time, however late in life, where I could see it thru the eyes of a local, the man I love.