The prompt is “silence”, and with the way my crazy brain works I immediately thought of the loudest place ever. New York City, more specifically, Times Square. Though that was my initial thought, I promise this post is still relevant so stick with me lol.
This past August, my fiancé (Kelsey) and I took a week long trip to New York. As a born and raised Midwesterner, this was a bit of a culture shock for me. The place is “going”, literally 24/7. On our second night, she took me to a broadway show (Wicked, which was fantastic) and then we explored Times Square. There’s something else you need to know about me before we go further.
Not only am I a Midwesterner, I am 100% diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety. With that being said, let me paint you a picture of how I felt during my first strides through Times Square. Picture this, you’re walking through a crowded hallway that has no exits. This hallway has strobe lights and smells like a Porta Potty. Also, you’re wearing headphones blaring heavy metal. Sensory overload. That might’ve been a bit dramatic but you get the picture.
Okay so all of this is happening and Kelsey can tell I’m internally battling my sensory overload. So she says, “Tay, let’s take a picture to celebrate our 6 month anniversary”. She hands her camera to a complete stranger, grabs me, pulls me close and tells me to hold up my five fingers. Then this happens.
Silence. In the moment of this picture, I heard nothing. There were no people. No hallways without exits. No Porta Potty smells. Definitely no heavy metal. Silence. I was staring the love of my life in the eyes and time froze. Everything was still. Silence.