My first night of slumber in a home was not sound. At 5:00AM bright and early, I heard the rumblings of delivery trucks - the gnashing sounds of brakes, the thump thump thump of the wheels going over uneven streets, the chaos of the traffic outside.
OMG. I am really here.
I forgot how loud it is here.
And God it smells.
Later, my friend takes me and my dog to the East River - to the promenade? I try running. I am gasping. Is this because of two weeks behind a wheel? Or is it the density of the city that doesn't allow for air circulation? Is that EVEN possible?
How can this one island hold so much? I mean, there are hundreds and hundreds of buildings and thousands and thousands of people.
I need to stop thinking.