Say Hello, Wave Goodbye
I have become used to my new morning routines that have come with the new job. I walk to Wall Street every morning, grab a coffee, jump on a crowded subway that zips me under Manhattan past Fulton, past Union Square, past Grand Central, exiting finally at 59th street. Three stories up the stairs and I finally get to see the daylight on a short five block walk that takes me to my building. After the fourty-five minutes of standing on the subway I have noticed a pattern in the passengers including myself in behaviour, Many people stare at the floor or look at the ads above the seats, most look like they are not happy with where they are going. iPods have saved all of us from acknowledging the crazies or one another for that matter. I like the crazies. They make the ride interesting and they make me feel oh so very normal. I keep making myself smile, to not become one of them. I probably look like one of the crazies.
After exiting at my stop and climbing up to the surface, I make a turn from 59th to Park Avenue and start walking south. It’s a beautiful street. Mostly, I like how the Metlife Building looks with the beautiful Grand Central building in front of it. The double lane streets with the expensive stores everywhere. I walk down it listening to my ipod, coffee in hand and ipod playing the playlist I change out every month. I like sappy music but I try to put some more upbeat stuff in the rotation to help me get motivated for the day.
Something last week made me stop for a minute and have a look around in more detail than I had any other morning. I stopped and looked around at the buildings, at the people, at my reflection in the glass of the window with my long coat and scarf on.
How did I get here?