Traveling, writing, and living around the world
This morning was absolutely contagious. For newcomers, which I was, it might feel somewhat overwhelming and slightly cultish; for the most part, everyone is in various shades of electrifying neon, which perfectly pairs with the intense energy circling throughout the room. Music is pumping, everyone is cheering, people are dancing, pom poms are waved about in the air, everyone is happy.
It’s the blizzard that wasn’t — at least not for New Yorkers. New York City was completely shut down, curfew enforced and all, leading up to Juno, the name of what was said to potentially be one of the most historic blizzards of all time.
Monday through Friday, I always wake up just before 6 in the morning so I can catch the 6:28 R train from Bay Ridge toward the city. A few stops in, at 59th street, I transfer to the N train, which runs express through Brooklyn into the city so that I arrive in Flatiron area a few minutes after 7 to go the gym.
