Wednesday, August 15, 2012
I love New York. I love it in a way that cannot be adequately expressed with a heart on a T-shirt. I love that you can buy Thai food at 3 a.m. I love that you can walk down the city streets with cabs honking and swerving around each other and become lost in your own thoughts. The hive of activity of the city becomes soothing white noise and leaves your mind free to drift.
Last week I went to New York City for the largest blogging conference in the world.
I love New York, but even the Big Apple wasn't a big enough place for 5,000 women to gather. The conference reminded me of a million sleep-overs I attended as a girl - really fun until it really wasn't anymore. As a child my mother usually had to come and get me at bedtime. In New York I ducked out of sessions and wandered anonymously around the city and was amazed at the peace of mind I had from simply being a face in the crowd.
And let's be real - when I say "wandered" I mean wandered.
I was as my sixth grade science teacher Billie Seals used to say, "Lost as a ball in high weeds."
It's no secret that I'm directionally challenged. You are probably thinking, "Well it is New York City! You shouldn't be embarrassed about getting lost in the Big Apple, I mean it could happen to anyone." But you would be wrong.
I walked for four blocks around the city trying to find a particular restaurant for a meeting before giving up and calling Zeb.
"I'm lost." I said instead of, "Hello."
"I knew I should have put a LoJack on you before you left!"
"I wish you had. My GPS hates me. I've been wandering in a circle for 30 minutes."
He paused, "You do realize the restaurant you are looking for is one tenth of a mile from your hotel right?"
"Help me! People are starting to stare!"
He laughed and tracked my phone online, giving me directions until I safely found my way to the restaurant. When I reached the entrance I turned and realized I could actually see inside the hotel's lobby.
I enjoyed the city, shopping and food but I'll be thrilled to no longer need a satellite to track my movements to walk one tenth of a mile.
(Robin O'Bryant is an author, humorist and speaker. Her latest book is "Ketchup is a Vegetable and Other Lies Moms Tell Themselves." Connect with her on Facebook and Twitter and visit her blog at robinschicks.com.)