I’ve lived in New York City for almost five years now, and it’s natural to occasionally feel trapped in the quotidian Labyrinth. I feel as if I carry a ball of string everywhere, unraveling it as I walk along the same route to work every morning and winding it back up along the same way home. I’m like Theseus, except for the whole “being the son of Poseidon and slaying the Minotaur” part. Too much of a stretch? Okay, fine.
Anyway. The preferred remedy for this String Theory is what I like to call a Fun York Day, which involves quintessential tourist activities that one normally avoids like the plague unless entertaining out-of-town guests. If you can find a friend to share your Fun York Day, well, then you’re made in the shade.
Hang out with the polar bears in the Central Park Zoo, stand in the lobby of the Guggenheim Museum and look up, ask strangers to take your picture at the top of The Reservoir (named for the original Jackie O!) with the Midtown skyline as your backdrop. Maybe you'll stumble on a photo shoot for a famous actress at the miniature sailboat pond; maybe you'll lose a game of darts to a pair of British dudes while making friends with a very large golden retriever. Maybe it will be the kind of day that you wish wouldn’t end.
Just leave that pesky ball of string at home.
Anyway. The preferred remedy for this String Theory is what I like to call a Fun York Day, which involves quintessential tourist activities that one normally avoids like the plague unless entertaining out-of-town guests. If you can find a friend to share your Fun York Day, well, then you’re made in the shade.
Hang out with the polar bears in the Central Park Zoo, stand in the lobby of the Guggenheim Museum and look up, ask strangers to take your picture at the top of The Reservoir (named for the original Jackie O!) with the Midtown skyline as your backdrop. Maybe you'll stumble on a photo shoot for a famous actress at the miniature sailboat pond; maybe you'll lose a game of darts to a pair of British dudes while making friends with a very large golden retriever. Maybe it will be the kind of day that you wish wouldn’t end.Just leave that pesky ball of string at home.
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