When in New York, make like a New Yorker. In the few days
that I have been here, I have already started walking faster and
double-pressing “Door Close” elevator buttons more vigorously. A friend and
now-native New Yorker calls them comfort buttons, anything that doesn’t
actually send signals to the elevator or crosswalk, but makes the person feel
more relieved and action-achieved by pressing it. I have no doubt I'll be recycling this
term and will probably even accept originality credit occasionally.
The city really does seem tireless. I’ve been to New York before,
but the sensory overload of Times Square still seems to augment the sparkliness of everything, albeit between weaving through sweaty tourists and over nasty puddles. It was so exciting to recognize locations from TV and movies when you least expected it, like passing by the
Times Square bleachers from Spider-Man and a random park from White Collar (love). There's a lot of good
stimulation here, if I can deflect the fear of missing out. We had some
delicious food, which I am now obliged to show you, darn. And with some last
minute finagling, we also caught an Off Broadway musical, a production
that didn’t disprove the point that things are bigger and better in NYC. People do say that, don't they.
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