Traveling NYC With My Mother

Tonight I thought that I would post something little different. Despite the fact that I am a blogger, I'm not exactly sure that I would call myself a writer. I love to write, I just don't see myself as a writer per say. However I do enjoy creative writing (duh) and last year I was inspired by the essays I read in AP Lang. So here's my first ever publicized writing piece, my own essay/poem/whatever you want to call it, called Traveling NYC With My Mother, a Heartfelt and Sleepy Moment in Time. 

It is currently 1:30 AM and I am filled with a longing for New York. The city beckons like no other, and what I wouldn't give to be doing my schoolwork in that dirty little supermarket near Times Square. I listen to show tunes, not because I am a dedicated musical lover, but because of the nostalgic smile that makes its way across my face when I hear a song and remember the bitter cold we felt as walked as quickly as we could to the theater at night. Or the sleepiness I rubbed from my eyes when we left the hotel early in the morning to get tickets in the box office. I love the constant uncertainty, the thought that maybe it would be okay to have sushi for breakfast because it's the only thing we can find that won't take hours to eat. I crave the spinach and feta omelet from Applejacks diner that we ate two nights in a row because we missed our reservation at the gluten free Italian place and I long for the weird meat that remains a staple of the Hilton Garden Inn breakfast. MoMa is calling my name, and I laugh when I remember how we stood in separate ticket lines to see which one would be more efficient. I feel the need to wander the endless halls of the Met after paying fifty cents each for entrance like I feel the need for air. I miss the four hour bus rides filled with uncomfortable and uneasy sleep, and the crick in my neck that won't go away for a week. I crave hale & hearty soup, especially the hidden one at the bottom of Rockefeller square where we have to stalk the tables next to the Starbucks and follow our meal with coffee and a trip to the anthropologie that is practically next door. I miss the dingy bathroom in the bagel place where you need to bring your own toilet paper and pray you don't get yelled at for using the restroom without paying for something. I even miss that gross green tea drink I did buy there in an attempt to be trendy. New York beckons for me and I spend my nights trying not to answer its call.

Do you have any other passions?

xoxo, LC

NYC Day 1-pt. 1

@NYC I am in you once again!!!

I love New York City. While I'm not sure that I would have wanted to grow up here, it's certainly an amazing place to visit, and considering that my mom is from here, we come up pretty often. It has become a sort of tradition for my mom and me to visit for a few days here and there in the the fall/winter, and this year we've been extra good about it. We were here just last month for my birthday and to visit NYU (not sure it's for me) and we are back yet again for an art trip! But what the hell is an art trip? 

Basically, we're just going to hit as many museums as we can before we leave on Tuesday and take in as much artwork as humanly possible.  At least that's my plan. There will hopefully be a little bit of shopping here and there, but this trip is primarily reserved for museums and culturing myself. 😊

We started off strong and upon arriving, headed straight to the hotel to drop off out bags and then walked right over to MoMA. There were a few specific exhibits that I wanted to see there but for the most part we just walked around and wandered in and out of various galleries. The two I wanted to see were the Jackson Pollock exhibition and Ocean of Images . Here is my review of the Pollock exhibit, check back tomorrow for my review on Ocean of Images and a few other exhibits!

Having recently watched the movie Pollock on HBO, (very good and very accurate, I would definitely recommend if you're in the mood for an interesting story!) there wasn't a ton of information in the exhibit that I didn't already know. However if you didn't know Pollock's life story, the exhibit did a very good job of touching on the important parts of his life and how they shaped his work over the years. Additionally, the number of pieces on display was far more than one could ever hope for. From prints to sketches, the museum went above and beyond the usual "splatter paint" works one might originally associate with Pollock and told a story about his life with extremely representative pieces. In my opinion, 9/10. It only lost a point because of the crowds and the lack of  representation of my favorite piece, Number 1 (Lavender Mist); neither of which the museum could do anything about because the first issue is caused by Christmas-time in the city which always means big crowds, and the latter is due to the fact that it is hanging in DC where I saw it last. So overall I guess it does deserve a 10/10!

LC