Posts under ‘I Live NY’

Before you’re home, you’re in the building, which may or may not be where your heart is. Sometimes the paint in the hallway is peeling, or the unseen lives of your neighbors produce unsavory smells. The door is heavy steel with smudged glass and a surly lock.

I work on Wall Street, which is always abuzz with tourists and office workers. Now that the weather’s heating up, street vendors are coming out in droves to peddle sunglasses, jewelry, and fruit.

It’s over once and for all. Goodbye to insufficient maintenance, shoddy management, and the neighbors’ visiting roaches.

Despite my feeling like I’m living in elapsed time, the last few weeks have gone by as smoothly as an unperturbed sliding closet door. So I went and did what comes naturally to me - I put a bunch of paper clips and small, flexible footwear in the metaphorical closet track. You know, to keep things interesting.

Against the park rules, we are swinging at a playground near my apartment. I am the oldest; he the tallest. A phosphorescent mass suddenly moves above us. It’s magical, but not. I’d wager it’s a combination of birds and sunlight.

Had he been at all handsome, I might describe the way he did it as predator-like, stealthy. But since he wasn’t, I’ll just tell you that he probably did some calculating before making his move.