I don’t know what came over me. I hadn’t intended on entering this vast cathedral. This was my shopping day after all. But something drew me. As soon as I entered and looked up and around me I felt a wave of emotion well up inside and out of my eyes. I wasn’t sobbing. The tears were just running out. Turning right I went over to the candle display, dropped a couple of dollars in the collection box and lit a candle for my family at home in Scotland who by all accounts are having a pretty tough year.
I was on my first visit to New York city and I was doing it alone. A solocation, if you will. Whilst I didn’t really have a problem with that, there were moments on my trip that I longed to share with someone special. These are trips that you don’t take everyday, special trips. I really ached to share some moments or thoughts or views or experiences with a someone.
Going solo means several things. You can get a decent seat on the plane, easier to find a seat for a solo traveller than a couple. One nil, to me. However, a downside is that you have to try to take those awkward selfies to prove you were actually at the landmark you tweeted about. One all. Rooms costs you twice as much. Two one down, to me. I’ll give up.
I’m not a well travelled person by any means, something that I hope to change in the coming years. But you know, it would be awesome to have a travel buddy to share moments with. As it is my iPhone was a pretty decent companion on my trip to New York. I checked in for my flight on the BA app. I ordered my Uber ride via the app. I checked in a got a brilliant memento of a list of places visited on my trip via Foursquare. My hotel booking was in my Passbook app via Booking.com. And I took some really awesome photos and shared them via Twitter, Facebook and Instagram. So you know. Even if there wasn’t a real life human being accompanying me, I still l managed to share my trip with friends and family back home via my iPhone.
Solocations. They’re not so bad after all.
A few more days
A final Hi meeting
The local neighborhood bar has a quiet time between six and nine. It is a place that specializes in coffee, beer and seasonal menus. There is just enough of each for a satisfying snack and effective buzz. After the time when the laptop lids close and before the social gatherings start -- there is a sort of twilight*. Often this time is a fugitive ground rife with creative inspiration and meditative work -- of the kind that results in personal reward.*twilight may refer to civil, nautical or astronomical variety depending on your social or terrestrial condition
A man positions his mouse on the edge of his browser window. He clicks, holds and drags the viewport first left then right. The content of a video game promo micro site responds and adapts to the available space. To the man, this is more delightful than the game itself.
A man laboriously moves his piano down three levels onto the subway platform. Classic vocals and strided chords -- he played so well I swore he was blind. Oblivious to the heat on that August stage, he was most in touch with his audience -- whom he elevated with his music.
A woman should do exactly as she pleases no matter what a man may think.
As the Dalai Lama once said, "It is a time when there is much in the window, but nothing in the room."
"No one understands me," she said. Her grandmother was silent for a minute. It seemed she was searching for an answer in the star speckled sky. "But no one understands anyone in this world, darling. We are all unique. It is what gives us a sense of wonder."