All of that water has nowhere to go. To get home, I walked through this puddle (and others). Continue reading
October 16, 2011
It’s midnight and I am riding the L train home to Williamsburg, Brooklyn. The new day is actually my birthday, the first I’ll celebrate after my move back to NYC from Washington, DC. Everything is fresh and new.
Well, the subway isn’t, but New York is home again and I am so happy.
I have just had dinner at Kittichai with two friends. Thai food is not my favorite but I am still in my enthusiastic-about-every-damn-thing phase post-move. I am also committed to saying YES to things, like event invitations and making new friends and accepting dates from just about anyone who asks.
You know how I love some good subway ad graffiti
This post made me
say growl YESSSSS.
For example, #12.
It’s not just the waiting. It’s the heat (often) and the lack of cell service or wifi (always). The lack of available seating (sometimes) and the not-afraid of humans rats, particularly at First Avenue (far too often).
I would add:
24. Subway escalators that are broken more often than functioning. Especially at Grand Central. You’re walking up to them thinking “why so slow, people?” only to get to the escalator and realize it’s not moving and you just have shiny, uneven steps instead.
25. Subway elevators that, when they exist, always smell bad and register temps in the 90-100 degree range.
26. Subway stations without escalators OR elevators such as Bedford’s L station. That way I feel like a jerk for not helping someone traveling solo with a baby stroller. But do you remember how clumsy I am?
27. Apartments with nasty kitchens including those old timey stoves/ovens.
28. Restaurant menus littering my apartment building hallways.
New Yorkers, what drives you mad about our mostly-awesome city?
Things like this happens to me on the subway all too often.
Make it stop!
There will always be complaints about New York City: that it’s too gritty, that is too cleaned up, something.
I don’t think so.
Change is painful, but inevitable.
Other posts about life in NYC:
As much as I love New York and am still ecstatic to be living here again, I’d be lying if I said it’s a hard place to dwell sometimes.
On a rainy day when something has gone wrong with the subway, and there are no cabs to be found, crying seems like a perfectly appropriate response.
But we deal. And sometimes buy ourselves bodega flowers.