what a week.
Things have been pretty crazy in NYC lately. Let’s just be honest and say that the extent of my crazy this week has been my commute time doubling, the constant sound of sirens in the distance, trees down on my street, the subway not running for a few days and no heat or water at work. As the sun sets each night and I get ready for bed under a roof with hot water and food, I feel pretty fortunate.
My loving boyfriend walked well over 5 miles from Rockefeller Center to DUMBO last night to see me for the first time in 2 weeks 🙂 Super appreciated. He’s been running around Manhattan all week photographing some of the things that have been going on. Wish I had stuck a pedometer on him at the beginning of the week, certainly has racked up some miles. If you’re interested in seeing some of the thing that he’s photographed, here are links: the search for power, back to work, rotting meat and back to business. He’s out running around Red Hook (in Brooklyn) now photographing some more.
There are so many relief efforts out on the streets. Kids selling hot chocolate, donation centers, place reducing prices (or raising them if you live in Manhattan). There are full blood drives with lines 4 hours long, donation drop off points in the city, people walking up 30+ flights of stairs to aid people stuck in their homes, and people opening up their homes for displaced families.
On the other hand, there are starting to be more and more accounts of looting, buses held at gunpoint, a lack of gas, massive lines to commute to work, power out in much of Manhattan still, burned homes in the Rockaways, and a severe lack of cash (ie banks don’t even have any left).
Sometimes it’s hard to remember that I live in NYC. Feels weird to say but these things always seem to happen in other places, you know? And even with this, it’s not like I live in the Rockaways, Staten Island or lower Manhattan. It’s still hitting pretty close to home.