My Solo Trip to New York City

I have been traveling through life with my husband, Don, for almost sixty years. Fifty-six of them as husband and wife. Our first trip in 1967 was a honeymoon trip to to Disneyland. We were enchanted. Over the years, we have not been big travelers, but we were good traveling companions, and enjoyed the trips we did take;  Paris, Toronto, London, Mexico, Chicago, Italy, Greece.

Three years ago the pandemic put a kibosh on the last big trip we planned to take together, a cruise in the Caribbean to Panama. Since that time, we've become pretty damn old, and in different places physically. I still feel able and hearty. My guy feels very limited, partly because of side effects from his ten years in cancer treatment, and partly because his immune system is compromised.

Now I am taking a trip to New York City all by my self. I have two goals. I am going to a writers conference, where I hope to learn more about my craft, and perhaps catch the eye of a publisher. The second purpose is to prove to myself that I can experience a trip alone and enjoy it. I have scheduled some tourist-time to explore the city.

This adventure feels exciting and a little scary. Would you like to join me?