Now that I’m in NYC, I have a lengthy commute to work (let’s just say it’s over an hour). BUT. It involves the Staten Island ferry! I’d never been on it before, and during my first trip I could not wipe the grin off my face. It kind of feels like a good omen, that despite leaving Cape Cod and its rocky beaches, I find myself on the water again, except this time I’m speeding past the Statue of Liberty. Last night, as we pulled up to the dock and Manhattan’s skyline glittered against the dark sky, it just felt…right, like New York was saying, “You wanted to come back to me, well. Here. I. am.”
This might still be the honeymoon phase still talking, but in some ways, I find myself soaking in the commute, even rush hour. All these thousands — no, wait, millions, of people going to work, going home, just living their lives in one way or another. As I stood shoulder to shoulder with fellow New Yorkers on a crowded subway last week, I felt a great sense of pride and camaraderie. Like — we’re in this together! We can do this! We are doing this! I don’t think I realized how much I missed that feeling when I was working as a freelance writer at home. Of course, the drudgery of rush hour is no joke, but for now, I’m keeping these rose colored glasses on, knowing they won’t stick around much longer :).
Speaking of commutes, has anyone been listening to any good podcasts recently? My go-to’s are: My Favorite Murder, Dear Sugars, How I Built This, This American Life, Criminal, and more recently, Dear John. Would love to hear your recommendations!