It’s amazing how vastly different each pocket of Manhattan was affected by that sweet darling Sandy. Let me give you an example: I sat in Hell’s Kitchen with three friends and watched Family Guy in what was apparently the peak of the storm. “Isn’t it supposed to rain or something?” we asked one another. Then we went out for a stroll and got some ice cream.
Little did we know, as we sat there eating our ice cream like ungrateful princesses, just a few blocks down, the entire front of a building had casually torn off. That is when I realized Sandy was serving realness. This storm of egregious strength brought about a lot of firsts for me and I’m sure many others:
It caused me to experience my first time (believe it or not) bathing out of a tea kettle with Gary. (I guess some sort of damage was done at my apartment because there’s no heat or hot water – hardly a problem, comparatively speaking)
My first time washing my hair with antibacterial hand soap at my neighbor’s midtown office.
My first time seeing what the Lower East Side would look like if it were a lake.
My first time seeing zero lights in the skyline.
My first time feeling compelled to invite strangers in need over to my house for a home-cooked meal.
My first time thinking about making home-cooked meals.
I am infinitely thankful to have fared as well as I did, and if you’re in the city – probably above 39th Street – you can help those who incurred the worst of Sandy’s wrath by donating blood, donating money, or setting aside some of your time to volunteer.
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