I once did the Bernie with my two brothers in the middle of the Natural History Museum in New York City.
There’s something about running through a sea of people, knowing that the odds you ever see them again are slim to none, and it doesn’t matter how foolish you are–usually.
To my brothers and I, the Natural History Museum is a place of memories like racing up the right-side stairwell, dodging other people dangerously, and screaming victoriously at the top because we all thought we won the race. Or there was the time we made our way through the maze of nearly every exhibit solely to take pictures with key figures: the small stone man with his hand over his heart, the arm wrestler my little brother always pretends to prove his strength to, the giant squid with one eye looming in the bottom left-hand corner of the sea-room, and so much more.
There are some places in the world that will always be important to me, and this is most definitely one of them.
When my older brother, Sean, moved to New York City, my little brother, Michael, and I swear we developed separation anxiety. Sean and our sister Ashley are quite a bit older, but they are extremely important to us–what siblings aren’t? After Sean traded his hour commute from home to a ten hour drive, Michael and I were a little lost.
You know the kind of figures in our lives that completely ground us? That’s Sean.
We visited him in the Big Apple once or twice with our parents in high school, but after my freshman year of college, when Michael was going into his junior year of high school, he and I took a trip to visit Sean.
Ten hours with your little brother, fast food and gas cards–can you think of anything better? (lol).
Despite a few bumps in the road, we made it to Sean and had an amazing trip.
For those of you who have never been to NYC, it’s a whole new world. There are people everywhere, and, in the summertime specifically, things are going on around every corner.
One of my favorite parts was walking through Central Park, gazing in awe at the street performers, and listening to the “Central Park Pianist” as he pounded the piano keys under the sun, completely consumed by the ambiance. It was truly a once in a lifetime slice of heaven on earth as I took a step back and became fully present with those people at that exact moment.
That was a little sentimental, but we’ll let it slide.
My brothers and I did everything we could in those short five days. From walking the High Line to hitting up the light exhibit at the Guggenheim Museum, we were constantly euphoric (minus the sore feet after walking 9-11 miles a day).
After all we did that long weekend, though, our favorite pictures and moments are among dinosaur bones and sparkly rocks in the Natural History Museum.
There’s something truly special about places and things that draw people together. Honestly, who would have figured a bunch of nouns had the ability to provide friends and family so much joy? (Sort of regretting that not-so-funny English joke, but whatever).
The Natural History Museum will forever remind me of my brothers. It is a place of repetitive love and joy, goofy pictures and absurd actions. It is a place where, in a well-populated area, my brothers and I are able to live in our own world. The dim lights have a way of making me feel so comforted. With that, I’d like to throw you a challenge for the week.
Think back and recall the places, people or things that make you feel completely and irrevocabely happy. Reach out to those who share the same feelings as you. Talk about those places and reminisce about those little things. Sometimes thinking about what makes you most happy has a way of initiating positive energy–use that.
I’m going to go call my brothers now to talk about the time Michael tested his strength in an arm wrestling competition against an inanimate object. Memories.