New York City 1999

August 20th – 27th, 1999

I turned 22 years old on the day of the flight. I had been to New York before this trip, first when I was 10 for my brother’s wedding and again when I was 17 with my dad, but this was my first trip away from home without adult supervision and when you’re growing up that means a lot. Stef and Amy were my partners in crime at the time and were trying to plan a trip to NYC but needed a guy to go with them or else their parents wouldn’t let them go… or something like that. Has it really been 17 years? There was no facebook, no instagram… I don’t think we even had cell phones. We just explored, took pictures that we had to actually had to get developed, and had fun. Where does the time go?… Good times.

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