We did the reverse commute this weekend and spent a summer weekend in NYC. I love walking around my old neighborhood, taking my son to my old haunts, like the Popover Cafe on Amsterdam and 87th for Sunday brunch. Central Park was packed and full of life and energy, we went for long walks and had a blast in the Diana Ross playground on the upper west side. Driving was a breeze going down on Saturday and back up on Sunday afternoon, and there’s nothing like dining outside on a busy sidewalk on a summer evening watching the world go by. I feel like such a tourist now, I smile at strangers, don’t care if I miss the light – basically I do all the annoying things that used to rile me when I was going about my life in the city and every minute counted. I was amused to see a wine store had a chalkboard with a cheeky message to it’s customers congratulating them on being lucky to not have a weekend home – Ha!
Sure enough on the drive home we saw traffic jams heading into town backed up on the Palisades Parkway and the thruway full of all the weekenders hanging with their friends in the suburbs or getting away to their summer rentals or maybe weekend homes in small towns or rural communities further out. Made me think about how hard it is for New Yorkers to know where to move to and how happy I am to run this company – the perfect getaway might be closer then they think and more affordable – we’re here to help them find it.