White Out

Stillness through motion. The world outside the train is white. Light snow has been falling since we hopped off Manhattan. Hours stretch into one another. Short stops in small towns break the rhythm of blurred fields, skinny trees, icy water and dull skies. Penn Station was true to itself, a zoo, wild characters and wandering travelers.…

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Changes

Ironically, after almost six years in New York City, I have only worked in two of the most iconic areas of the Five Boroughs. Until recently, I commuted daily to the Financial District in Lower Manhattan, right next to the NYSE and a half-a-block away from Wall Street. Our office’s bathroom had an unbeatable view…

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