New York
The cold
It was cold.
I shivered then hastily covered it up. I didn't expect it to be cold so i had walked out of the plane baring only a light jumper, now i was regretting it.
Not that i don't like the cold i love it i think my favourite time is spring closely followed by winter, probably because i much prefer looking at people sipping their coffee wrapped in scarfs and hats rather then those same people posting on a crowded beach like a pig on a spit.
Anyway as i was saying.
It was cold. we drove past icy streets and people walking hastily from one heated room to another and the smell of coffee mixing with that constant oder of sewage that was ever present slipped through an open crack in our my window.
We stopped.
We had obviously arrived and has i woke from my lack of sleep, coffee and me time daze. At the same time recognition dawned, after all I have come here every time I have been in New York. Truman’s house.
Apparently we where going to destroy the peace and quiet in their home by for the third time that year staying in their house. You cant help but feel bad for them after all we almost send them out of house and home with our luggage noise and overall presence every time we are invading their personal bubble with is their home. But none the less Elizabeth, Truman’s mum, invites us for some unknown reason and dad accepts, so here we are for the upmost time.
Truman had school I had sleep to catch up on so it worked out. i would wake from my self induced coma of blog tv shows and socialising in the afternoon he would come back and we could play on the play station, something i can't own therefor must play every chance i get, and order take away.
On the days when i either got bored, forced into action or truman had social events i would venture into the beautiful cold witch had already brought meters of snow to all the country side.
Walking
When i did leave, witch was more often then u may think, i would walk.
down the grid up the grid around the grid, up four streets down a couple of avenues, this way that way.
It was fun. the shear pleasure of being lost is thrilling. going down the same street only to find a part of it you didn’t see before or a hole in the wall place that served one of the best pizzas for a dollar i had ever seen.
However the purpose of my strolls wasn't entirely just to get lost it was also cause it was November the month before christmas, so as expected i went shopping. Not that its expected to go christmas shopping a month before. Generally i presume the average american does it in the two weeks leading up to the day, but i am not the average american. in fact I'm not even american I'm from Australia and the differences don't end there. I’m not at school, i don't enjoy american football, i don't own a playstation and i don't go to school. And because i don't go to school and don't own a playstation and don't live in a permanent location therefor i have all the time in the world to buy pressies and get lost.
of course my father is nothing like that he wont prepare for the season. he will do it in the last 2 days at witch point most stores are closed and what he wants to get is out of stock so it is not a big surprise that what he gets rarely pleases my mother.
As i sat in the aforementioned pizza place warming my chilly hands against the winter chill i also realised it was almost thanksgiving
Thanksgiving
after some brief and decisive deciding we decided we would stay in New York for another week in order to give thanks. and when the day arrived we where up walking through the ever present chill towards the parade. luckily we didn't have to stand uncomfortably pressed against a metal bar with policemen standing infront of u blocking the view and we had an inside man of sorts, Nick Graham.
Nick is a business man of sorts who has designed a new shirt and tie brand and has an office that faces the exact area where the parade takes place. Nicks connection to us is via Elizabeth who he is a friend to.
So our inside man brought us to his office and we watched the parade. it was a colourful affair with lots of people blowing at their horns and drumming their drums. and lots of lightly dressed cheerleaders fighting the cold with a triumphant smile on their face as they marched in front of their band and behind their county flag, there where floats with people smiling and waving and huge balloons soaring in the sky barely held down by the 50 men leading them on their march.
after the excitement of the parade we left the group that we where with and went home. the parents cooked the children played nick came over, more games where played and we then ate.
Nick Elizabeth Truman Mum Saffron and I sat down and ate an amazing meal we then finished of had desert and gave thanks. This is when we asked nick why this was his favourite holiday.
"its like christmas only without the greed"
Nick is a business man of sorts who has designed a new shirt and tie brand and has an office that faces the exact area where the parade takes place. Nicks connection to us is via Elizabeth who he is a friend to.
So our inside man brought us to his office and we watched the parade. it was a colourful affair with lots of people blowing at their horns and drumming their drums. and lots of lightly dressed cheerleaders fighting the cold with a triumphant smile on their face as they marched in front of their band and behind their county flag, there where floats with people smiling and waving and huge balloons soaring in the sky barely held down by the 50 men leading them on their march.
after the excitement of the parade we left the group that we where with and went home. the parents cooked the children played nick came over, more games where played and we then ate.
Nick Elizabeth Truman Mum Saffron and I sat down and ate an amazing meal we then finished of had desert and gave thanks. This is when we asked nick why this was his favourite holiday.
"its like christmas only without the greed"
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