My Happy (Go Lucky) Place

November 5th, 2010 § 11 Comments

Today is a great day.

It’s a dance in your kitchen kind of day.

It’s NYC Day.

The first time I went was four years ago. I fell in love. Hard. I explored the city in the rain atop a tour bus in a poncho. I was the only one who didn’t clamor down to the first level when it started to drizzle, then pour. I was in New York. I was happy. No, I was elated. If someone could have taken a picture of my face as we rounded the corner into Times Square that first night, the shot would have been worthy of a magazine.

I waited three and half years to go back again. This time, more exploring happened. There was no rain, but there was Matthew Broderick. Also, there were self portraits in the bathroom at Serendipity.

I was in withdrawal for two weeks. From New York, not Serendipity.

This time around, the third time, I know I’ll still be in love. I know it will be just as lovely. You see, I’m sharing it with someone very special.

I’m sure you remember this gorgeous face (how could you forget it)? That would be Miss Alex aka Happy Go Lucky.

Just a few months ago she took the adventure with me half way across the US.

We spent an incredibly long time together making that road trip. Coffee was consumed, similarities found, dreams and hopes and “somedays” floated us through 1500 miles of conversation like mile markers. Once we arrived at my new destination, Alex did everything she could and so much more than I ever could have expected to make me feel at home. We parted ways with a lingering goodbye and wet cheeks.

You know how sometimes you just know when you’ve found someone special? When your life’s circle bumps up and overlaps with someone else’s just a little bit and life is never the same? That’s my friendship with Alex.

This weekend, she’s running the ING New York City Marathon. After enduring me and my life change for a week this summer, I figured I owed it to her. Karma is real, my friends, and I believe in acknowledging it, I’m helping myself be the best version of myself. Plus, there’s really nothing I wouldn’t do for my closest friends.

Oh, and if you’re at the airport this morning and you suddenly hear an outburst of joy and laughter coming from down the terminal, don’t worry, that’s just the obligatory greeting for two like souls after they’ve landed – one minute apart – and reunited.

I’ll see you in New York minute.

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