Today was a a full day, in every sense.
We started this morning down at the 9/11 memorial and then the museum. We've been to numerous memorials — WW I, WW II, Vietnam, Korean War, Holocaust museum, and others... but I think only Pearl Harbor and Gettysburg are similar in that they are located on the very grounds where the conflict took place. That fact makes the whole thing more solemn.
But with 9/11... what makes it unique for us is that this is not "history". This is our lives. As we were walking through it, my wife said "it feels like we are in a tomb".
Several times, each of broke down.
There's a room where they put up the bios of those who perished, and you hear memories of them from their loved ones. If my wife didn't pull me out of there, I'd have sat in there and cried all day.
It was remarkably well done, and just so much to deal with.
When my oldest sister, who works with vets, found out we were there, she texted and we were chatting about it. She said her last visit was with a few of her vets. She said going there with people who signed up because of 9/11... and then went to war... is an entirely different level of meaning.
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Afterwards, we had planned lunch at somewhere that seemed like a good place to flush the morning. It's called Manhatta, and it's on the 60th floor of a building a few blocks from the memorial.
The views are spectacular (this is literally the view from our table)

And while sometimes places like this can be touristy? This was not. The food was way better than it needed to be with a view like that. In fact, the lunch crowd was all business people (and us)... because it was an excellent restaurant that HAPPENED to have an amazing view.
And it was really nice to be up in the clouds for a little bit after being under ground for two hours.
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This evening we went to the first of our three Mets games on the trip. Something we really love doing. But that's really a lot for me... the travel, the lights the noise, all of it. But ... it's all worth it.
One funny note — typically, when we ride the LIRR back to Penn Station after the game, there would be a drunk frat boy crowd trying to start a cheer of "F*** Joe Biden." Sad but true. We wondered, with their material gone, what would the ride be like tonight?
Well the Mets won in dramatic fashion...and the ride back was basically blissful and curse free. God bless you, Kamala! 😘
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This whole week so far has been a whirlwind of "miss", "Ma'am", "ladies", the occasional "sweetheart"... "girls"....and so forth. Been chatted up by women on a regular basis, have found it incredibly easy to start conversations with strangers in ways that previously gave me pause. Lots of smiles.... Umm... oh yeah, this morning someone asked my wife and I if we were sisters. I had to tell him we were married... and as we walked away, I said to my wife "at least he didn't say "are you mother and daughter?" 😂
My point is... not only do I officially now know how blessed I am at how swimmingly this is all going, I'm starting to really notice myself leaning into it — not thinking about it, just doing it. Because it comes really naturally.
It's pretty great.
It has led to one bit of ... guilt? I don't know if that's the right word. Might be a bit strong.
A friend this morning sent me (well, us) think for our Alma mater's LGBTQ+ alumni group on facebook. She (a lesbian) said there's lot of great people there, and definitely some trans and non-binary folks too, not just gay. So I should connect.
And I did. And there's a notice that the college is now selling pride gear - hats, sweatshirts, etc. I think that's marvelous. At the ballpark tonight I got a Mets pride can coozie.
The thing is... where I feel bad is, when it comes to folks who know me, well yeah, I'd wear stuff like that for sure. And as an ally I would anyway. And really I guess my wife and I have to come to grips with how we are regarded now.
But in terms of announcing my trans status to people who don't know me? I feel like that's not really something that feels like me. Transition is a process I'm going through... and when it's done, for me, that part of my life is done and the next part begins. And I'm more surprised than anyone that that next part seems to already be here.
I don't know. Like I said... there's some form of guilt in all that. Enough to mention it at least. Just something I have to process. This week and the way things have developed have just moved this to front of mind, a bit.
Love,
Allie