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Yesterday I went to the city with my brother. I don't go to the city often so I always experience new firsts every time I go -- this time around it was the first time taking NJ Transit and seeing Ripley's in Times Square *coughgroupon*, FAO Schwarz (haha, finally! I've always wanted to visit but plans never worked out before), and the semi-craziness that is Penn Station around 7pm.
One thing is for sure: I'm always exhausted after a day in the city. I think it would take me a while to get used to the way everything and everyone is always moving. Everyone's always on and active... but not necessarily in a positive way.
There's a feeling I can't really describe any other way except "quiet despair": pedestrians are always moving, but it's obvious from some that they are only moving because they need to. They're not just walking to get to their next destination, they're walking to survive... on both the level of crossing the street before cars speed through and surviving through the work day to get their next paycheck. It felt the most like this when we got off the E at Penn Station with other people who were just getting off work. Everyone was walking quickly across the platform and up the stairs to street level and if you didn't keep at the same place, you'd feel bad for holding everyone up and messing up the organized chaos that is rush hour in NYC. I felt like an imposter walking among so many people with briefcases and business formal wear.
It actually makes me really glad I didn't get interested in i-banking or general business because I saw so many women (working and students) in tall stilettos... I can't imagine having to get through rush hour, much less the work day, wearing them.
One thing is for sure: I'm always exhausted after a day in the city. I think it would take me a while to get used to the way everything and everyone is always moving. Everyone's always on and active... but not necessarily in a positive way.
There's a feeling I can't really describe any other way except "quiet despair": pedestrians are always moving, but it's obvious from some that they are only moving because they need to. They're not just walking to get to their next destination, they're walking to survive... on both the level of crossing the street before cars speed through and surviving through the work day to get their next paycheck. It felt the most like this when we got off the E at Penn Station with other people who were just getting off work. Everyone was walking quickly across the platform and up the stairs to street level and if you didn't keep at the same place, you'd feel bad for holding everyone up and messing up the organized chaos that is rush hour in NYC. I felt like an imposter walking among so many people with briefcases and business formal wear.
It actually makes me really glad I didn't get interested in i-banking or general business because I saw so many women (working and students) in tall stilettos... I can't imagine having to get through rush hour, much less the work day, wearing them.