Run away! Run away!

I like to joke every so often that I'm running away from home. That's usually when I look around and get so fed up with chores, freelance work, regular work and the like. I also usually have a little bit of extra money I can play with. I go hop in the car and do something fun. I spend money on stuff I like and come home at the very end of it all recharged. Mike thinks it's cute. Just wait until he's here for good. ^_~

I decided yesterday would make a very good day to "run away" and decided to go into New York City on my own and explore the stuff I didn't get to see the last time I was there with Mom and Ronnie. I decided to drive to Newark Penn Station then take the New Jersey Transit train into New York Penn Station, which puts you fairly close to Times Square.

It worked out extremely well with the exception of some minor tourist gaffes. The cost of a tank of gas/parking/train ticket turned out to be $20-40 cheaper than doing the train straight from Harrisburg and in the same amount of time. I love my little non-gas guzzling Fit! When I got to the parking lot, I pulled into line and couldn't understand what the guy with the really, really thick Jamacian accent was screaming at me. Another guy had to come over and tell me that I was to leave my car with them and they'd park it for me. Oops. I've never parked anywhere like that before. I quickly grabbed my backpack and scurried across the street to the train station.

( More trip and pictures under the cut )