Have you ever moved to a big, new place and thought I will never find my way around here. I’ll always be lost.
Well, I’ve been struggling with that since Day 1 in New York. However, despite the trips I’ve taken on the subway in the wrong direction (yes, trips, plural), I’m actually getting much better. It takes a little practice to get comfortable, and I’m by no means an expert, but every day I get a little better at finding my bearings.
After my first day of work, my roommate invited me to join her at a street fair in Times Square. I pulled out my subway map and tried to figure out the easiest route. I can’t remember how I got there, but I know it was roundabout. Now, I know without looking at a map that I should have walked to Grand Central and taken the shuttle to Times Square.
That’s a pretty simple path to navigate, but I’m now getting better at traveling further distances. Since a few friends I have met through my church live in the Union Square area, I meet them there pretty often and am now a pro at finding my way around that station.
Of course, even once I became more comfortable, it wasn’t constant smooth sailing. I was going to meet friends at a
coffee shop in (I think) Greenwich Village one Monday evening. I thought I knew exactly what I was doing; I’d planned the route on the MTA Trip Planner. After a few subway stops, however, I realized that something had gone wrong.
I got out off the subway and stepped out of the station. By this time, I was in full meltdown mode: I didn’t know where I was, couldn’t understand where I had gone wrong and was going to be late to my meeting unless I took a taxi.
The dreaded words hung in the air: Taxi. Cab. Expensive Yellow Car.
Thankfully, one wasn’t too far from me so I hopped in and the driver took me to my destination. Really, I was glad I had that little misstep: it was a good reminder that I don’t know everything about this city yet. But with six more weeks to go, I hope I’ll still get a little better each day.















