Over the summer, my family dreamed of spending our winter break in Disney World. It’s an annual tradition of ours to spend a week of summer vacation at the parks, but summer bridge and soccer camps took priority. However, there was a glimmer of hope as our winter schedules aligned and we planned our annual trip to Orlando for winter break. Unfortunately, as time went on and our lives became more stressful, the probability of spending Christmas in the most magical place on Earth dwindled to zero. But my mom, the vacation connoisseur, never gave up and planned a day trip for us to New York City.
The day before New Years’ Eve, we set off for our journey to the Big Apple in the most extravagant of all transportation: Greyhound bus. Giddy from the rush of city pace and the anticipation of seeing The Lion King, my family and I hopped off the bus and blended into the crowd as if we were real New Yorkers. Then we realized that we were absolutely nothing like real New Yorkers. The crowds of tourists arriving for the next day’s New Year’s Eve shenanigans seemed to flood the streets by the ton. We were engulfed by a sea of people and we didn’t know how to swim. “Where are we going? What are we doing next? Where did your brother go?” were just a few of the words exchanged between us while looking for the theatre. After wading through the crowd with a couple of elbow shots thrown in, we see our theatre across the street like the mothership calling us home.
The show begins and the whole room is silenced by the beginning of the “Circle of Life”. The outside world seemed to disappear. No honking cars, blaring sirens, or cursing New Yorkers. It was just you, the performers, and the music. Even if it was temporary, life’s stresses were drowned out by the sound of those initial Zulu lyrics. Nothing mattered to me but that music, and I felt at home. I believe that peace can be found even in the most chaotic situations. It’s up to you to search for it.