We never thought that it would be this bad – because no matter how many times Bloomberg told us to stay inside or to evacuate if we were in an emergency evacuation zone we didn’t listen or we chose to be hard headed and listen halfway begrudgingly hating being stuck in doors with nothing but the news and ourselves for hours and hours and hours of entertainment. Sufficient to say it was as bad, if not worse as they all predicted. Watching and rewatching on Monday night and practically the majority of Tuesday I realized just how enormous the Perfect Storm’s devastation would be.
the crane dangerously hanging after being knocked over by possibly 95 mph winds
But, it could’ve been worse, thankfully my friends who lived downtown area and by the crane on 57th street were fine, staying with friends and family, my friend’s stores in the Hamptons survived, my aunt’s houses on the Shore surprisingly untouched. It was a wonder to be that things seemed fine in my little UES bubble. On Monday night I sat in bed frantically transcribing the news to my friend who sat in her apartment sans power in complete blackout, I called my girlfriend who lives a mere five blocks from the crane that hangs dangerously on the 57th street, after hearing no news on the Hamptons I learned that no news, in time of devastation, can be good news, all four stores were unscathed.
four feet of salt water flooded the subways, over 600 miles of track had to be checked for damage making the train unridable for now
But, others weren’t so lucky. The entire downtown of New York is a ghost town, kids wander the blocks with no where to stay, NYU Hospital was forced to evacuate, the subways are closed down for the rest of the week, and that isn’t the worst of the damage. Though yesterday I decided to write a cheeky post, something to distract myself, when I woke up in my own bed, called my friend with clear service, typed out this post in full power, I realized just how lucky I am.
Stock exchange closed for two days – the second time in history that has ever happened
Though I joked about not having Starbucks for a few days, (it’s opened to New Yorker’s collected sigh of relief), laughter sometimes is the only medicine. I thought about how the last time in my lifetime such devastation and damage hit the city was during 9/11. It’s scary to think that, it is incredibly scary to contact your friends each day making sure they are okay, that they have a place to stay, to house your friends who weren’t so lucky, but at the end of the day New York is the city that never stops, we will get through it, and while we clean the debris and rebuild we are once more reminded just how resilient New York is.