Day one in New York City consisted of trains, subways, shopping, shopping, more shopping, some photos, even more shopping and a few more photos.

Dad and I took the train from White Plains, where we’re staying for the convention, into the city. From there, we took the subway to the East Side and Greenwich Village to do a little thrift shopping. As expected, thrifting in NYC is anything but cheap. In fact, I would call most stuff overpriced. To top it off, I felt like the vintage treasures in Tri-Cities were better than the ones in New York. Alas, I left the thrift stores empty handed in search of better goods. And I found them.

I stopped in Nine West on Fifth Avenue to scope some wedges when what did I spy? Black suede above-the-knee flat boots marked down from $150 to $30! Cha-ching! I purchased those bad boys and after tax my total came to $31.60. Talk about a steal!

Dad and I ate dinner with his friend Steve, a Delta Airlines pilot, who was also staying in New York. While I finished shopping, they hung out in the Roosevelt. Who walked by while they chatted in the lobby? None other than Jesse Jackson. My dad and the reverend (if you can even call him that) made eye contact. My dad nodded. Jackson didn’t even acknowledge him like the, quote by my father, “arrogant SOB that he is.”

Oh New York City, so much excitement. Being back in the city makes me miss Beijing more than ever. There is a sense of adventure that you can’t find anywhere else. I’m itching to get out. I belong in the city. I belong in a city. I do not belong in Tri-Cities.

♥ BB