The last time I was in New York City was 12 years ago.
I was a graduate student at Northwestern University in Chicago and my friend and I decided to take a quick weekend jaunt to NYC to visit her sister.
Here’s what we did: we hung out in Harlem, we ate at Burger King (it was an unforgettable experience thanks to a ranting homeless guy), we made the pilgrimage to St. Patrick’s Church in uptown, we attended Mass in Spanish Harlem, I met some friends in the Village (yes, I caught the subway by myself — and at night!), we shopped at Sephora in Times Square, and we danced all night at Webster Hall.
That’s all I can remember.
I didn’t bring a camera, I didn’t take notes, I just hopped on a plane and went.
While I had a blast — it was a nice break from a brutal semester — I didn’t get to really experience the city the way I probably should have. I didn’t go to any art museums, I didn’t walk through Central Park, I didn’t even go to the top of the Empire State Building.
So this time around, I decided to add some touristy sights to my four-night stay in the city. I’m really here for no other reason than hang out and eat. (I know, good trip.)
Here’s what my first day in the city looked like:








