It's 6:15a.m. and I wake up with signs of what seems to be a light cough/flue sick. Irony, it's a love hate relationship. I've been “living” in NYC for the past 3 weeks and have been in excellent shape, but the day I leave NYC (and my doctor) is the day I decide to get sick. Uggh. Well I wake up at 6:15a.m. and leave the door by 6:45a.m. and get to my bus stop by 7:00 with my cup of tea from Starbucks. I wait in the frigid cold (p.s. sooooo happy I’m leaving the north, I’m just over the cold) for 30 minutes, when something told me to look at the mail to confirm the location of the bus stop. I’m in downtown Manhattan (6th ave and Watt) and the bus is leaving 33rd and 7th (midtown). I am feeling pretty stupid right about now, but rush to a taxi and get to the bus stop just in time to see IT LEAVE THE STOP!!!! Now I’m at Starbucks on 35th and 7th waiting for the next bus at 9:30a.m. Is this NYC’s way of saying, “Please don’t go, I’m just not ready to part ways…”
Stay tuned..
Stay tuned..
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