'Okay, we'll drive up over night Tuesday night when I get off of work. If we take turns driving, it shouldn't be too bad. We'll leave directly after seeing them. PLEASE.'There was no way my mom and sister was turning this one down. I don't know why I added a 'please' on the end, I should have ended the statement with, 'your car or mine?'
After a five-hour shift at the local steak monger's, pedaling steak to the masses, we were on our way to NYC at a bright and happy time of eleven at night. Okay, it was bright and happy to us!
I'd like to get something out in the open right now: AAA lied. They drastically lied. We were looking forward to a brief seven hour drive. It was more like twelve. I will say this though, the Delaware Water Gap is amazing.
Anyways, we arrived. We arrived tired, wrinkled, stiff and cranky; but we arrived none-the-less. After finding a parking spot, primping in the car, a brief argument and train ride, we arrived at the World Trade Center stop.
I had left my mom to the navigational end of this trip and I was pretty shocked to end up at the World Trade Center subway stop, our first stop ever in New York City. Riding through the construction of what was the towers and what is going to be Freedom Tower/ 7 World Trade Center, an eerie feeling washed over me. As the train rocked back and forth, I tried to picture the chaos. I tried to feel the fear and anger. Looking out the rain-washed window, watching light filter through the cracks in the walls and in the construction, I imagined the light as hope.
Hope in the future, but most importantly, hope in America.
