Macon County News reporter travels to the Big Apple.
My historical tour of New York extended well beyond the city's most well known monuments, but encompassed a sense of ambiguity toward the purpose of our visit.
Although Andrew and I have both been to the city multiple times, we still opted to do the typical tourist things like visit Central Park. Now, I was born and raised in Western North Carolina. I grew up barefoot and dirty in these mountains and couldn't imagine living anywhere else in the world. So to just climb on the rocks or lay in the grass of Central Park, seemed like I was getting the short end of the stick. It is inconceivable for me to think that for so many people in Manhattan, the only bit of escape to nature that people have is the acre or so of grass spread beneath the trunks of a few sparse trees. Don't get me wrong, to kick off my flip flops and lay back with my eyes shut, hands behind my head and enjoy the sun beaming through the leaves of an oak tree was therapeutic, but with the faint sound of horns honking and the shuffle of everyday life, it just can't compare to any back yard in Western North Carolina.