I am suddenly finding myself in desperate need of a sign that says: The B train does not love you back. Or perhaps instead of the B train it should be whichever letter train Kat and waited on FOREVER at like, one am because we miscalculated night trains. New York is the most effort intensive city I have ever visited. I’m sure most of it becomes second nature if you live there for any amount of time. I’m just, you know, the epitome of country mouse.
This needs many, many more notes.
Whenever I visit a new place I try to go native as soon as possible. In New York this led to me just going ahead and crossing a street with all of the New Yorkers even though the walk signal hadn’t quite turned yet and leaving Kat and my New York native colleague (who had waited thinking that we would want to wait) back on the other curb slightly agog over it.