The first time I visited the city was a few years ago on a business trip.
Since then, until we left on our journey, I have visited New York about once a quarter.
Each trip included long days of meetings and work calls, followed by long nights with friends and drinks.
I would return home exhausted, collapsing into a 14-hour sleep.
The first time I visited the city with Sergey was five years ago.
I was there for work, and he joined me for four days of walking around the city and four nights of romantic and funny dates.
The kids stayed back home with their grandparents, and we enjoyed quality time together that we hadn’t had in years.
We returned home to loving small arms and took turns dealing with jet lag.
The first time I visited the city with the kids was a month ago.
We arrived with our home from a direction I never knew was even possible.
We walked the kids for kilometers through the streets, looking at the buildings and cars from their perspective.
We fulfilled small dreams like riding in a yellow cab and big dreams like anchoring near the Statue of Liberty.
We experienced anxiety about losing sight of them and endless joy watching the city through their eyes.
In the evenings, we took the train back home.
Each time, I fulfilled a dream, and each time, I appreciated the moment.
The city that never sleeps, looking so different from every angle and in every situation, yet so familiar and bustling.
What is it about this city that captivates me so?
I'm a person of the sea and nature.
Another dream fulfilled.
The next destination – Maine.
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