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Standing at the entrance of the Christopher Street PATH station our bike trip had come to a standstill. I doubted I had the upper body strength to carry my Russian tanker of a mountain bike and Savanna’s snazzy Aqua blue Schwinn down those killer stairs. I had two choices: turn back now and send my daughter the message it’s okay to give up, or break my neck trying.
I was ready to offer Savannah ice cream in exchange for nixing the idea of biking in Hoboken when I heard a voice from behind. “Can I get this for ‘ya?” it said.
One of the few perks of my job is that my company allows me to work from home two days a week. Translated: Come Tuesday and Thursday, it means two less days commuting on a dirty, crowded subway and having to rummage through my closet trying to appropriate work attire. Yet, the real icing on the cake, is that I get more time with my daughter at a point in time when she still wants to be with her mom and before I’m cast aside and pegged as an annoying life intruder.
“Are you working from home today?” she’ll ask at breakfast on those days, and then make a big fuss when she sees me on the playground at school pick up. Nice.
My daughter will be 9 this month. When I take note at the pace the years are clipping by, I thank God I have a job that allows me to have a flex schedule.
When the woman at the Jersey Boys Box Office asked if I wanted to sit in the orchestra, I immediately thought it was some sort of theatre scam.
I have been a “Balcony Girl” my entire life and the tickets, as a testament to my status in the theatre world caste system, were bought during a Theatre Week promotion. I was prepared to take my tickets and head north, but noticed she was eyeing the seating chart on her screen.
Another winter storm engulfed New York this week, dumping a pile of snow and forcing temperatures to dip into the single digits.
By mid-week I found myself checking the weather and surf conditions in Hawaii and, then later Googling the warmest countries around the world. It was all places where women are oppressed: Iran, Iraq, Saudi Arabia, Somalia, Oman, Sudan, and Algeria.
So, today, I thank God for the snow boots that got me through this hellish week — you never know when you’ll need those clunkers tucked in the back of your closet — and for being free to live and do as I please. Cold as it is, I at least have my freedom.
A distinguishing aspect of living in New York is that you become acutely aware of the plight of the nation’s homeless. Walk a few blocks in midtown and you’ll stumble upon a body bundled up and trying to keep warm. Ride the subway and you’re accosted by panhandlers.
By happenstance, I live in one of the most affluent areas of the city where winter ski vacations and Hamptons weekend homes are the norm. As a single mom with limited financial means, it’s easy to forget that despite circumstances, I’m truly blessed.
Today, as a winter storm takes New York, I thank God I have warm bed and food in my fridge.
I love the convenience of living in a city where everything I needed is right outside my door — literally. The bank, Whole Foods, Barnes & Nobel, Bed, Bath & Beyond, gym, newsstand, restaurants and hookers (I live down the street from a strip joint) are a few flights down the stairs and around the corner. If it wasn’t for work, I’d be one of those pathetic New Yorkers who never leaves their ‘hood.
Being great with directions but horrible at parallel parking and not fond of driving, I thank God I live in a walkable city and don’t own a car.