It’s about waking up shortly after 4 a.m. to catch a flight out.
It’s about getting the handle of your suitcase stuck in the turnstile of the subway station while navigating your way from Newark, NJ to the City.
It’s about buildings so prestigious a small visitor’s pass must be with you before you enter the elevator with the 100 little buttons.
It’s about walking through the newsroom of perhaps the most iconic newspaper in America.
It’s about desks of journalists completely buried (in some cases, even that would be an understatement) in stacks of books as high as the cubicle, with notes scattered everywhere, like sprinkles on top.
It’s about getting on the wrong subway.
It’s about overhearing conversations, people watching, smelling the city.
It’s about walking up steep old steps in a little building in Harlem to be shoved into a tiny, disheveled conference room to hear about one of the longest running black presses in the U.S.
It’s about trying to find a public restroom.
It’s about walking through pouring rain in Times Square and being those Washingtonians (from the state, not the city–a frequent clarification) who forgot their umbrellas.
It’s about weekends off and walks in Central Park to world-renowned art museums.
It’s about the ample experiences still to come.
Including travel, we’re a mere four days into our trip, but they’ve been a jam-packed four days. This only touches on several of the highlights, but the experiences of the bright lights and big city abound. There is something totally enamoring about this place. We have several more media agencies to visit in the Big Apple this week. More sites to see. More blocks to walk. More subways to catch.
This is what it’s all about.