A “moment” from each month I spent in NYC. Sometimes tasty, always tRuthful.
Month 9: January 2013
When I wake up, I realize something has gone terribly wrong. I’m at the very last stop on the F train, in Jamaica, Queens. This isn’t my stop in Astoria, or even the N train that I need—it’s barely Queens for that matter. If you were looking at me, you’d see the expression on my face move from confused to concerned, and if I was Catholic, I would be saying Hail Marys. It’s true that I challenged myself to “be more vulnerable” in this New Year, but as I head towards a Manhattan-bound train line to get myself safely home, I make a mental sub-note: “but not if the situation involves a celebration and a late night.” A true New York moment.