My daily commute includes a transfer at 42nd Street-Times Square.
My transfer includes artists, friends, musicians, and tourists.
These artists, friends, musicians, and tourists include me in their lives every morning for 5 minutes.
Great. Now I’m waxing poetic about Times Square, which at least 43% of the time, smells like a garbage dump. But on Tuesday I was headed to my second train, and for 1 miraculous second it smelled EXACTLY like Duncan Hines yellow cake. Exactly! And a few days before that, a complete stranger interrupted my friend and I mid-conversation to say to me, “excuse me, you look nice today.”, then just kept on moving.
This is obviously an elaborate plot to keep me in New York City.
Alright, alright. Enough already.
I gotta pack.
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great pictures Sarah - the new camera suits you!!
If it makes you feel any better, I don’t really believe in packing more than 48 hours before moving anyway. My theory is that even if you try, you know you have time and you do it so slowly that you still have most of it left the day before anyway. So it’s better to just save yourself the anguish and enjoy your last few days/weeks in your apartment.