This past weekend was a much-needed escape from the never-ending elevator ride that symbolizes New York City. Don’t take that statement as an insult to the city. Of all people I am the first to stand up and defend it. However, the beginning of college life is a whirlwind and the small escape was simply, nice. It allowed the mind and body to take a step back and relax.
You may be asking yourselves, an elevator? Really Nicole? Well yes, really, New York City is not only filled with hundreds of thousands of elevators, but it really does act like one. You step in on the bottom and want to go up. Sometimes the ride is fast and you get to the top floor in no time. Yet, other times it seems like you have to stop at every floor before the optimum destination is reached. When you take the elevator down, your standing at the top simply waiting. Then as you ride down back to the bottom or maybe simply a lower level, you feel yourself ready to start something new. Maybe it’s going to a different building or starting a new task in your day. But every time you step into a new building and want to go up, you have to start from the bottom.
Ha. I bet you didn’t think my analogy would relate as much as it did to life.
My weekend was free of elevators and career climbing. I did do some other climbing though. Hiking, kayaking and swimming in the lake. I saw fireworks on the beach that both awed me and had me in a state of panic. (I always am weary of the ashes that float down) The best part of the weekend though, was being with my family. My mom and I love to gossip, so many stories were shared. My sisters can make me laugh like no other human in the universe, so tears of pure laughter were shed. It was blissful. Hot to mention the clean mountain air did wonders for my pores. At the end of the weekend I came back into Manhattan, ready to step into the world of elevators once again. Wish me luck. Xoxo.