NYC: Not For Wimps

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.

NYC rain

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.

Flowers

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