For the third time, we returned to New York. The feelings were significantly different from those at the beginning. By the end of the summer, we already felt like veterans; everything was familiar and understandable. Having finally decided to deal with the Statue of Liberty, we confidently headed to the pier. We could enjoy the giant buildings, resembling anthills, one last time.
Not far from the pier
We approached the ticket office, bought a couple of ferry tickets, and headed to the entrance. As we went up, it swayed quite a bit, leaving us hoping it wouldn't be like that on the water. A brazen pigeon sat with us on the ferry, not intending to fly away. Apparently, New York pigeons are too lazy to move on their own.
In a few minutes, we began to approach the small island where the Statue of Liberty stood. A symbol of the USA. It is so close now, but soon we will only be able to touch it in pictures. Is it true that tomorrow we are heading home? To Belarus? No more American breakfasts, conversations in English, and discoveries of unusual places?
"Not enough," flashed through my mind. Definitely, one day I need to return here and continue my research and discoveries.
Meanwhile, we were already landing on the island. From here, many districts of New York were clearly visible. And there is the Statue of Liberty. Hello, time to take pictures.
Poses for us
We spent the rest of the day walking around the city. The next morning we were supposed to be on the plane, so every minute was worth its weight in gold. I plunged into thought, trying to enjoy every moment of my last day in America. I sat in some mini-park and watched people, forever running and rushing about some unknown business. That was all I needed then.
By evening, we went to an acquaintance who kindly agreed to host us for this last night. I didn't want to sleep at all. I'll have time on the plane. Better to sit by the window and admire the city lights.
In the end, after warning my relatives about tomorrow's flight and packing my things, I took out my American SIM card, lay down, and closed my eyes. A farewell morning lay ahead.
Last morning in New York
We woke up to the usual nasty buzzing of the alarm clock. It was nasty not even because we had to get up early in the morning, but because it meant it was time to say goodbye to America, friends, and unforgettable adventures. Soon, predictability and routine awaited me, which my brain stubbornly refused to accept.
In a couple of hours, we had already passed passport control and boarded the plane.
3..2..1.. takeoff. It's all over.
Goodbye, America!
Thus, another page in my life was turned. A page from which I will blow off dust and reread with a huge smile.
This summer was the best of my life. I wouldn't have gotten such experience and impressions anywhere else. I must return someday and continue my adventures.
