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Monday, March 29, 2010

Spring in New York City

The weather is finally shifting in the right direction and the subway is beginning to look colorful once more. During the winter, it's like everyone is in hibernation and awaiting for the first sight of spring. Goodbye to the bubble coats and weary eyes and Hello skirts and flats!
Further, with the arrival of spring, most New Yorkers don't have to worry about allergies due to the absence of trees in certain neighborhoods. Overall, everyone welcomes Spring in NYC and gives us a reason to redo our closets, spend more, and indulge in outdoor activities.
I always advise my friends to visit New York in the spring because they can't seem to handle the cold. As fun as Spring may sound, it comes with heavy rains, puddles, and occasional subway riders that smell like wet dogs. I made it a habit a long time ago to watch the weather channel every morning before I left the house...clearly some people forget to do that. Now is the time to invest in a sturdy umbrella, rain boots, and a trench coat.


Love from the 5 train
Jennifer

Monday, March 8, 2010

Inner Beauty: Entry I

On March 2nd, 2010 I was on the 1 train going downtown. As I quietly observed my surroundings, I quickly noticed a young gentleman sitting directly in front of me. He wore ''ALL black everything'' which made me think of Jay-Z. I could also tell he was an introvert...a quiet geek perhaps. He was carrying 2 heavy black bags; one on his shoulder & a larger bag that he balanced in between his legs. At a closer inspection, I realized he had only 2 fingers on his right hand. As he got off the train, he struggled just a bit with the larger bag. I wasn't goin to lend him a hand because I didn't want him to think that I felt ''bad'' for him. I didn't feel ''sorry'' for him because I could tell he is a strong man. This small encounter made me appreciate every flaw on my body even tho its barely any.
We seek perfection in everything thing we do and that only limits our taste for adventure and thinking outside the box. When all we have to do is appreciate what we have because nothing is ever constant.