Here we are, well into December and I’m writing a post about autumn. The truth is, despite my tardiness, I really wanted to blog about Central Park in fall, current season be damned. It seems cliché at this point to be incredibly excited about fall – changing colors! Pumpkin spice lattes! Cozy sweaters! – but I can’t help but find myself waxing rhapsodic about it too, right alongside everyone else on Instagram. And the number one object of my autumnal affection this year? Central Park, of course.
I had lots of reasons for choosing the Upper West Side to live, but Central Park was honestly one factor that didn’t occur to me as I made my decision. The first night I arrived in New York, though, it hit me: Central Park was just a few minutes from my doorstop, a quick two block journey east. Near daily walks to the park became a thing for me this autumn and, let me tell you, living so close to the park has been fantastic. It often seems like down just about every pathway – and there are a lot of them – I can find explosions of fall colors to admire.
Before I became a permanent resident, I always found Central Park intimidating to navigate, a maze of poorly-marked pathways down which I always seemed to be making wrong turns. These past few months, however, the Park has become a close friend: the pathways now feel familiar, and I’ve figured out which little landmarks to look for as I meander through. It’s a gigantic space, but suddenly, it seems a bit cozier to me, a bit more like home.
I’m sure I will find things to love about Central Park in every season – paths covered with freshly fallen snow in the winter, bright blossoms on the trees in spring, and the perfect picnic spots in summer. But fall? I have a sneaking suspicion that I will always love that Central Park season most of all.