In a New York Minute

Around the same time we learned that we were moving temporarily to the East Coast, we found out that Owen's rare genetic doctor in New York was planning to retire at the end of the year.  Yikes!

Despite our best intentions, we hadn't been back to New York since our initial visit to see her over four years ago, when she confirmed his diagnosis.  We have stayed connected with her periodically via email, but upon hearing news of her retirement, we knew we had to make a trip to NY to see her one more time.  We called in late August, and by some miracle, she had a mid-week slot open in early December, so we booked it and put it out of our minds for a few months.

I could feel my stress level rising as early December--and the appointment time--got closer, not so much because of the appointment itself but because of the time away from school AND the logistics of getting there and back again.  Nonetheless, during Owen's very first week at his new school, we absented ourselves from the new routine and pointed the car north to "the City that never sleeps."

New York looks pretty close to Northern Virginia (at least on a map, if you don't factor in traffic!), so we decided to drive the 250 miles by car.  Because this was going to be the first of what we hope are several trips to the Big Apple during our East Coast adventure, our plan was to make it a quick one-overnight trip . . . a few hours for the medical appointment and a half day of sightseeing.

In true Hobbit-like fashion, our trip was filled with minor mishaps and more adventure than we planned, but we made it there and back again!  The following are some observations from the trip:

-  The pace of things is definitely faster the farther north one goes.  It was a grueling, sleepless, stress-filled, 31-hour gauntlet, yet the trip was over in a blink, or as they say, in a "New York Minute."

-  I might be a Naval Officer's wife, but I can curse like a sailor when circumstances warrant (Owen reported that I said the 'f' word 17 times, and the 'mf' word 34 times).  I think he lost count of how many times I said the 's' word or he would have reported a total on that one, too.  Yes, the aggressive drivers and traffic were just a wee bit stressful for this Oregonian, and apparently I used my words as a way of coping.  Ha!

-  We should have heeded the advice of the DC-area friends who strongly urged us to get an "E-Z Pass" before the trip.  Who knew it was predominantly toll roads and bridges between DC and NY?   We lost track of how many times we had to stop to pay cash tolls and the exact amounts, but we estimate it was $60-70 each way in tolls alone.  An E-Z Pass would have saved us time AND money.

-  My youngest son is an awesome sport.  He endured innumerable tests that day and the medical visit lasted almost 7 hours instead of just a couple, but he was patient and cooperative and even entertaining, as is pretty typical of him.  Here's a pic of him taken when we arrived at the medical center:

-  My oldest son has some AMAZING navigation skills.  The "Maps" app on my iPhone led us astray more than once, but he was right there analyzing the map, expertly making executive decisions on our route and confidently calling out highways, roads and exit numbers.  Anyone contemplating "The Amazing Race" or any kind of urban orienteering would be lucky to have this kid by your side, and he doesn't even drive a car yet!

-  Rain can definitely put a damper on sightseeing in NYC.  The usual breathtaking views driving into Manhattan were obscured by fog and heavy rain that day that never let up, which caused us to cancel our planned afternoon adventure to the Empire State Building.  (You can barely see the Statue of Liberty off in the distance in the second photo.)

-  Try not to schedule a trip to New York City when there is a "gridlock alert" in the city.  The planned Christmas Tree Lighting in Rockefeller Center that afternoon, plus the additional folks that came out to protest the failure to indict the NYPD cop in the Eric Garner chokehold death case, gave new meaning to the term "gridlock."

-  Don't be too busy to notice the guardian angels that are sent your way.  It wasn't lost on me that the name of the car driver that expertly chauffered us into the city from our hotel was named "Gabriel." I don't know why, but he willingly braved the gridlock to come back into the city to rescue us that afternoon when we were cold, wet from the rain, exhausted from the medical appointment, and desperate to get out of town.  I'm not sure how we would have gotten out of the city if he hadn't come and rescued us.  You can just catch a glimpse of him in the rear view mirror of the picture below.

-  Final observation:  Fridays are the BEST, and it really is always Friday at T.G.I. Friday's!  We broke up the drive home and recovered ourselves a bit by stopping for a bite in New Castle, Delaware.  From the minute we pulled into the parking lot ("shut . . . up"), we were cracking each other up with lines from one of our favorite movies, "Zookeeper," with Kevin James.  Our waitress had heard them all, but she was a sweetheart and laughed when Owen ordered "30 oranges." Turns out it was one of her favorite movies, too.  :)