It took three days to get back to New York City through the blizzard. That was no fun, especially my Kafka experience all day Sunday.
But I actually enjoyed the mini-adventure yesterday. Here it is, through my iPhone lens, as I responded to it on Facebook at the time (with a few edits):
On the slo-bus thru Queens. Could have walked to Manhattan faster.
The woman sitting next to me says she got to the bus stop during early rush hour, and when it arrived, late, it was too packed to get on. It was a two-hour wait for the next one.
I was much luckier. The bus pulled up at LGA two minutes after I arrived. I was hoping for the M60, but this one was supposed to get to a subway, too, so I hopped on.
We're making good time on the subway. The 7 line is running fine. This is from inside the subway car, near the Queensboro bridge. I will take it all the way to Times Square. Hopefully the 123 is running from there.
The Upper West Side. 72nd & Broadway.
Just a short walk left. I'm really enjoying this little trek.
Home! Writing this from inside my little apt on the UWS. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Once I got here, I realized it wasn't really all that bad, and I was one of the lucky ones on one of the first planes in.
Yeah, I wasted a day flying around Sunday, but I spent a good chunk of it reading the galley for William Lychack's The Architect of Flowers, which is so good, I'm feeling a little sad about my own prose. That was a treat. (Watch for it in late March.)
And Tuesday was no big deal at all. It was the sense of feeling trapped and spinning in circles that got to me--wondering when the hell it would end. It ended soon enough. And life is good here.