July 7th – Our first full day in the big NYC! We are stopping by the Statue of Liberty, Chinatown, and Little Italy. Make sure you brings lots of money and that your cameras are fully charged. Most Kitty Hawkians have never been out of the town, so this is a big deal.
“Man, it’s nice to be home,” Alex says stretching his arms out wide and wrapping one around me, “Especially when you’re here.” I smile up at him, taking in the beauty of the city where we first met. “First thing’s first,” Alex says, taking my hand and pulling me along Fifth Avenue. Everyone was off doing their own thing, sightseeing and whatnot and even though Alex and I were like unofficial tour guides for the Kitty Hawk crew, we figured they could manage by themselves. You can only see so much of the Statue of Liberty and one visit to Chinatown was good enough for me the first summer I came here with my dad when I was ten. “Where are we going, Alex?” I say, as he pulls me through the crowd taking pictures outside of Saks. He rounds the corner and we stand in front of a newly refurbished building. “Home sweet home,” He says, pointing up to the floor third from the top. The floor below the penthouse, just like we had said we wanted.
“ALEX! You can’t be serious?!” I say, as we enter the building and are greeted by our new doorman, Martin. Alex and I had looked at apartment after apartment and floor plan after floor plan between studying for exams, frantically searching for a place to live the upcoming fall. We had decided on jumping on the next opportunity that we were both stoked about and this happened to be it. I had no idea the remodel would be completed so quickly and I was excited to finally see the apartment we had envisioned ourselves living in for the past three months. “They called me just before I left to let me know we can get the keys whenever we’re ready,” Alex says, pushing the button for the elevator. “So I guess we’re ready?” I say, laughing. “I started moving some stuff in, but we still have a lot of furniture buying to do, mainly starting with you know, beds,” He says, smiling.
“This is amazing,” I say, stepping into our new place. Everything was beautiful – the floors, the counter tops, the detail on the ceiling, the baseboards. I was in love. “Kind of just like we pictured, right?” Alex, says, walking towards one of the double master rooms we had both requested. “This would be yours,” He says, opening the door to my new bedroom that I would be living in until we decided to move out of here, which was looking like never at this point. “You’re kidding?!” I say, walking into the closet that was easily twice the size of the closet I shared with Violet back home. I noticed a lone pair of shoes on the shoe rack that had been built for me. I looked at Alex and smiled, “Someone’s been watching too much Sex and the City,” I say to him as I pick up the Louboutins. “Carrie liked Manolos though,” I say to him, examining the shoes I had been eyeing the last time I went shopping in New York with Alex. “You’re not Carrie, you’re Copper,” Alex whispers in my ear, sending instant shivers down my spine, “And I like Copper much better.”