
The last time I was up in New York, Roger (Will’s uncle) took me to a baseball game. It was the first Major League game I’d seen. I got to watch the Yankees cream the Blue Jays at Yankee Stadium.
As a first timer, here were my impressions.

The last time I was up in New York, Roger (Will’s uncle) took me to a baseball game. It was the first Major League game I’d seen. I got to watch the Yankees cream the Blue Jays at Yankee Stadium.
As a first timer, here were my impressions.
This morning, I turned around as I was tapped on the shoulder. An older woman behind me told me I should close the zipper on the small pocket on my backpack. She could see my wallet.
I thanked her. As I sat down and waited for my appointment, I remembered something similar from my last trip up to NYC.
After thinking about it for over a year, I’ve finally birthed a blog.
The kids and I went to a water park today.
There is a new couple I met a few months ago. The last two times I interacted with the husband have been awkward.
And it’s all on me.
These trips to New York do not mark the first time I’ve been there. In my twenties I used to take my Toyota truck on mini adventures and New York City wasn’t that far from Cleveland.
**SPOILER ALERT for the MAY 8TH EPISODE**
This whole entry is fraught with them!
Tuesday morning, my hubby and I sat on the couch while I drank my coffee. My bags were packed for New York and I was sleepily enjoying the last few minutes at home. Will asked me a question and I started looking through my purse. I stopped and looked up.