I returned to New York City today.
I couldn’t wait to get home, but was frightened of what I would see.
The aerial view of the city, half blacked out and silent, haunted me. The news cameras had focused on flood, fires, that precarious shifting crane. My airport cab driver told similar tales.
But then he dropped me off at my door. Businesses are open. People wander the street, friends gather, dogs bark. My neighborhood looks much like I left it three days ago.
And just 50 blocks south lies destruction.
Tonight I am a very, very lucky girl.