Not So Much A City Girl

How Cool is That??

So on Saturday a group of “Chiefs” from “The Marsh” took a day trip up to New York City. We left at 8:30am and got there a bit past 12:00 after driving 2.5 hrs to Jersey to catch a 1.5 hr train ride to the city. Every time I visit a city I leave with the same general feeling: that was nice, but I would NOT want to live there. It may be that I like grass too much! Or that dirty feeling you get after walking down city streets (or maybe that’s just me!) The pollution in the air, the layer of ick on the sidewalk. . .

Time Square

I would say one of my favorite parts of the day was visiting central park. It is such an oasis: a calm from the hustle and bustle, a breath of fresh air from the smog, a lush patch of green surrounded by concrete. But besides all this it is also an outlet, a stage for any and all. In central park you will find people singing, strumming, dancing, performing, drawing, skating, and selling. If you stand still too long you will be offered a horse and carriage ride or ride in a cart behind a bike.


As it was my first time in central part I was just in awe of how many people there were and how everyone seemed to be doing their own thing yet be in the spot light at the same time. Some may come to the park to “get away” but for others, the park is an audience waiting for their show.


We had barely entered the park before we were drawn in by a group of performers doing break dancing. You could tell it was their way of life; working on the streets of New York, performing numerous times a day for tips and tips alone. They introduced the last member of their group to be “Philip, Philip – De- Bucket,” I thought that was clever.

After wandering over a bridge, down some steps carved into a rock, and along the path past a live band, we were once again drawn in by loud music and a crowd – such tourists! This time we found what seemed to be a roller rink. There were gates set up, although it seemed anyone with skates was allowed in. A man walked around with speakers blaring dance music as he tried to sell the disc being played. The diversity of the skaters was amazing as were their styles, tricks, and moves.

Not much further down was the “Sheep Meadow – A Quite Zone” reserved for “quite enjoyment.” Such a fascinating concept that a sign would be required in order to create a place for “quite enjoyment” I fill a book with places on the Eastern Shore where you could find “quite enjoyment” and there are definitely no signs there! Nor are their hundreds of people within feet of you. Even when seeking “quite enjoyment” in the city, you are not alone, at least not when you are seeking your “quite enjoyment” outside. This has perhaps made me realize the value of a place like Sandy Cove even more. I have always loved and enjoyed it here but now I can better understand and appreciate the calm, quite, and peace that it provides.

A Quite Zone??

"Hoping you pause long enough to hear God"

I can remember my first year at WAC and how much I appreciated my surroundings; how I enjoyed my car rides to and from school and all the wonders and beauty I would see in every cornfield, farmhouse and sailboat. But as the route became more regular and the eastern shore became more and more like home, these features became more and more regular. I still noticed and appreciated these things and the place where I was but it was sufficiently normal and not as special, unique, or new.



So I totally forget where I was going with that . . . .
Ummmm so yeah, I guess to wrap that tangent up, I can say that although I was sort of ready to leave the small town at the end of my four years, I certainly enjoyed my four years of life on the eastern shore and how I got to be a part of and almost own a part of the special, unique place that was once so new to me.

In conclusion, I certainly enjoyed my trip to the Big City and would definitely return however I am most confident that my humble abode will eventually reside in a rural or suburban climate Preferably in Georgia, on the water - hehehe