The nice thing about moving to a big city from a small town, is that no matter how much you become a part of it, you are still just another crazy tourist exploring new territory.
Quickly approaching the one year mark since we embarked on this adventure, we have yet to even make a dent on the area destinations. We have been to most of the tourist landmarks, tried many different kinds of cuisines, and yet, there is still so much to do. But not for lack of trying or actually doing. Many times, we end up just walking into new neighborhoods, before stumbling on something we never heard before. We’ve sauntered past different ethnic restaurants, and have been drawn back by the aromas coming through the door. There have been a few things that perhaps we wouldn’t want to do again, but for the most part, we have enjoyed trying what the city has offered us.
Living here has made me realize that having a bucket list isn’t such a daunting, unrealistic task. We haven’t made a concrete NYC list, but we talk about all the museums we want to go to, the landmarks we’d like to see, and different restaurants we’d like to try. And one or a handful of those places get checked off almost every weekend. Of course, we try to keep our trips on the cheap, so that we can keep crossing off more (while adding to it all the time).
For awhile, we’ve talked about visiting Coney Island sometime this summer, and finally this weekend, after a half day of spring cleaning our apartment, we decided it was time. “Do you want to go to Coney Island today?” Nate asked. “Okay,” I replied. And away we went. We boarded the PATH train, to a couple different subway lines through Brooklyn, and arrived at our destination an hour and 15 minutes later. It was exactly how it was shown in the movies. Old amusement parks, a boardwalk, and colored umbrellas littering the beach. We did all the “touristy” things, eating Nathan’s chili dogs, ice cream, and riding the old winding roller coaster that was built in 1927. We waded in the cool ocean water, walked along the beach, and experienced some of our first sunburns of the summer.
I kept thinking that something would go wrong, since the day was absolutely perfect, but nothing ever did. It was really the epitome of a perfect day for us as a couple. We snoozed on the subway back home, and returned to our usual Sunday routines afterwards (as well as watching the NBA Finals, a necessity in our household).
But the whole journey made me step back for a moment and really examine our relationship. This is why I want to marry this guy. Not just because we make excellent travel buddies or that we feel very comfortable with one another – but because he gets me and vice versa. It always surprises me when I look at him and think, “Wow, I really love this guy”, but I do it all the time. The autumn wedding will be a fun event for everyone to attend, but I’m most looking forward to declaring that I want to spend the rest of my life with this guy that I want to create many bucket lists with. Crossing off each of our “wants” in life as we go.