NYC 2025!
Nothing says summer quite like a trip to the Big Apple. This NYC adventure was packed to the brim with activities—museums, friends, incredible food, nonstop walking, and lots of little moments that made the city feel electric. One of the best parts was getting to show Dominic around for the very first time. Seeing the city through fresh eyes made everything feel new again, and honestly, that alone made the trip so special.
Museums!
We were lucky enough to squeeze in three museums (a true NYC win). We visited the Whitney Museum of American Art, The Metropolitan Museum of Art, and the American Museum of Natural History. Each one was amazing in its own way, but the Whitney definitely stole my heart. There’s just something magical about being surrounded by art in a city that breathes creativity—it felt like inspiration was everywhere we turned.
The Whitney!
The Met!
The American Museum of Natural History
Time's Square & Broadway!
Of course, no trip to New York is complete without seeing a Broadway show. We snagged tickets to The Outsiders at the Bernard B. Jacobs Theatre, and it did not disappoint. I thought it was a really thoughtful and well-done adaptation of the book—emotional, powerful, and beautifully staged. Stay gold
Statue of Liberty!
This trip also included a big first for me: visiting the Statue of Liberty! Somehow, I had never done this classic tourist activity before, but I’m so glad we finally did. She was much smaller than I imagined, yet somehow even more stunning in person. There was something really grounding about seeing such an iconic symbol up close.
Other Sights & Highlights!
We did so much that it’s impossible to list it all—which is why thank goodness for photos. From Radio City Music Hall and Central Park to visiting friends and wandering endlessly, every day felt full in the best way. New York always leaves you wanting more, and this trip was no exception. I already can’t wait to go back—there’s always more magic waiting in this city!
A Poem- Dedicated to New York City
The streets move with a rhythm, too quick to learn my name.
The lights do not wait for anyone- the curtain rises on somebody else.
The city is a train that waits for no one, but I patiently await the whistle.
The buildings sigh through their rusted vents, crying as I pass them by.
Nobody sees you here, yet you are never alone.
The people here keep moving, stacked upon each other.
How can a place be a home if it was never yours?
Or does the city belong to all of us?
A chorus of strangers humming the same melody?
