In a city that never sleeps, has 18.9 million people cramed into 6,720 square feet, and is known for it's obnoxious cab drivers, one would think that the little things mean absolutely nothing. Wrong my friend, it is the little things that mean absolutely everything to me in my day. From the newspaper guy at the Ferry Terminal in Hoboken who is obsessed about sports and will always lend an ear to a gal from WI because the Packers are AMAZING, to the construction/security worker on 57th and 2nd who always has a Good Morning for me as I walk by in the wee hours of the morning on my way to work, that is what makes NYC feel like home. It is the familiar within such an unfamiliar, impersonal city that makes me feel like I belong, like I am home.
Ok, enough day dreaming.... it is time to get back to the grind!
Cheers :-)
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