By the end of the day my feet hurt, my legs were on fire, my knee was about to pop and I felt disgusting, and I STILL wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. First thing on the agenda was Ground Zero which didn’t have the effect on me I thought it would have. Really it just made me angry. I was angry at religious zealotry, angry at spiritual bigotry, and angry at people profiting off of a national tragedy.
After about 20 minutes of that it was time for some happy time. We walked through the financial district to get to the south street sea port. The financial district was surreal; it was impressive to think I was standing in front of the one place every single US dollar flows through. At the same time I felt cold surrounded by stone cathedrals of consumerism with stone streets under my feet.
Maybe I had some moral opposition to Wall Street, maybe I was just having an off day but that street gave me bad vibes. With the exception of one beautiful church there I wasn’t interested in seeing much in that area.
We finally made it to the port and made the decision to walk across the Brooklyn Bridge. We went half way and stood surrounded by the lights of the city. I looked out on the city and once again felt the swell of pride, the thought rushing through me “this is your home now.”
I ended the day dog tired, in pain and feeling, frankly pretty gross, and to be honest I kinda loved every second of it.
KH-
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