Look Up

It was G’s father who first warned me about looking up.

We were living in Calgary when G’s parents made the offer to look after the little travellers so that we could go away for a weekend. We immediately chose New York as the destination. I think G’s Dad was as excited for us as he would have been for himself. He’d travelled to New York in the past for business and the city held a lot of memories.

G’s father is originally from country Queensland, a guy who had moved to the city and then through a mixture of hard work and good luck found himself working for a large International Insurance firm. They were expats in the 70’s. Hard core.

“You have to be careful in New York” he said with a smirk. You’ll find yourself staring up towards the sky at the enormity of the city. I found myself constantly walking into things.”

I loved the visual. They boy from country Queensland wandering through New York City, captivated. Take a look at me now.

A few years later and we got lucky again, this time it was Paris. G needed to go for work and we managed to wangle a flight for me by using points. I sheepishly asked if I could have a day off from work for a long weekend. Everything miraculously fell into place. On top of it all, G’s brother and his wife flew over from London. It was one of those weekends I’ll remember forever (apart from the bits on the Champs Elysees after our sixth bottle of wine, those bits are a bit of blur).

We were outside of a restaurant in one of those beautiful pebbled back streets of Paris waiting for a table to become free. While everyone stood in line either chatting, looking at their phone or staring at their feet, G’s brother very quietly said “Look up, isn’t that amazing – look where we are.”

And for a few seconds we both just stared at the buildings above. They were stunning, the best view was right above us and I’d forgotten to look.

Not this time.

Occasionally I had to remember to look down…

And then there was this, looking out.

Looking up, looking down, looking out. The enormity of it all. Just beautiful.

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