Last day in New York and I’m leaving with new friends, new memories, and brand-new frostbite. I live in Finland so the one thing I do take for granted is cold, right? Well these past couple days I have felt cold beyond belief. It’s something in the New York wind that is out to bite innocent people’s faces off… I’m not worried about the frostbite (just a little bit on my finger), and the cold didn’t stop me from hiking along the seaside, but what did worry me was my poor ukulele. So I improvised a quick protective outfit for it out of my sock.
So I braved the outside receiving many comments of “are you crazy?!” and even random strangers on the streets would tell me, “oh you look so cold!”
On my icy expeditions I took refuge in cute little bookshops I came across, tucked away between edgy delis. Westsider Books left me at a loss for words, but luckily, every inch of their walls were covered in hundreds to choose from.
After my cold literary adventures during the day, I seeked refuge at my newly established New York haunt. I went over to my friends at the cafe and let them warm me up with coffee and conversation till I was able to move my hands again – took about half an hour – and play my ukulele for all. I could swear there was something akin to a sense of belonging going on here… Which made the goodbyes all the more heartbreaking. *sniff*
As I was running to my train for the last time, I paused and risked being late for one moment to take this one snapshot.
And now I’m in Canada. Bring on the family reunions, let the good times roll, and may the adventures continue!