Day 6: On Wings of Reflection

My time spent along the East Coast in New York City is now a pleasant memory. I hopped a plane out of LaGuardia this morning and routed through St. Paul/Minneapolis to land back in Boise, just in time for dinner. My legs are still in tact, but the aches from the zillion miles of walking are beginning to pique and lend way to mobility complications. A series of migraine auras, which inevitably lead to grinding heaches, has randomly ensued.

On wings of reflection, the two things I loved about visiting New York:
1) The collision of fiction with reality; being able to stand in landmarks made famous through books, movies, sit-coms, and other forms of media.
2) My familiarity with the insomnia of a city that never sleeps.

On wings of reflection, a few things I noticed about New Yorkers:
1) No one Bluetooths; they only use dangling ear buds and talk through the mouth piece.
2) Everyone eats fries with miniscule pitchforks, instead of their fingers.
3) Despite the diverse population, everyone I encountered was beyond friendly. That was an unexpected bonus.

On wings of reflection, it is now back to the reality of being a West Coast gal...who has Multiple Sclerosis.