I’m often told that I’m easy to please. Sometimes this is voiced as a compliment, other times I feel as though people see me as naïve, too immature perhaps. Personally, I take it as a compliment. I typically am excited by little things (shout out to softball and my Dad for making sure I know the little ones count). So, when it comes to a bucket list, or traveling in general, my wants and needs are not excessive. Quite the opposite actually.
Before Thanksgiving my bucket list consisted of 3 experiences… and during Thanksgiving I was able to cross two of those off my list! Last Christmas, my aunt surprised me during my favorite holiday tradition with a plane ticket to New York. They knew I had a dream of watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade in person. I was so dang excited, so naturally, I cried. Eleven short months later I hopped on a plane and landed in the concrete jungle for the first time.
I got to spend the extended weekend with my two cousins, Paula and Brenna. We’ve never had a chance to hang out, just the three of us, and this opportunity excited me even more than the thought of Charlie Brown drifting between sky-high buildings. I flew into the city around midnight and we set our alarms for 4:30am, knowing we would have line the streets early the next morning. So sleep deprived, we trucked through the cold Thursday morning air and set up shop on a crowded city street bordering Central Park. Three hours after claiming our spots we watched the yellow Macy’s star glide across the city background for the 90th year in a row. What a dream.
Before we went to the parade I had asked my New York dwelling cousin, Brenna, what the best part of the parade was. She replied that she loved high fiving the clowns, yelling Happy Thanksgiving and just how happy everyone was. So, while those in the parade spent the morning tossing confetti, making music and dancing we handed out our best waves, cheesiest smiles and greatest Thanksgiving wishes. That afternoon my cousins put together a legit turkey dinner and we napped while the Grinch stole Christmas on the TV screen before us.
The next three days were a whirlwind of subway cars, site seeing, good company and delicious food. We watched too many chick flicks and overindulged in sangria. We laughed. We danced. We had so much fun. My thankfulness meter was busting off the charts all weekend and truthfully, even the hardest of people to please wouldn’t have been able to hold back the joy of this sweet trip.
I’m so thankful for my awesome aunt for the greatest gift and my goofy cousins for giving me an unforgettable trip.