Well, I made it to New York. Penn Station is on 31st, and was headed to 81st, so you do the math. Google said it would take me 56 minutes on foot. I went towards an exit promising taxis waiting outside, but was soon met with the realization that I don’t know how to hail a taxi. Because I’m a dork. So, I just started walking, lugging my…(I just realized why they call it luggage) bags the wrong way because Google Maps was confusing me. Eventually, I got going in the right direction but pretty soon my feet were hurting and my arms were hurting from pulling my suitcases. That’s when I started getting smart and picturing where I needed to be positioned in order to get a taxi that could expediently take me where I needed to go. And just like that, a taxi let off a passenger and I did that little ducking/waving/smiling thing that dorks do when they’re not sure they’re doing it right, and he pulled over to pick me up. Of course, I didn’t give didn’t give him the address, only the nearest intersection ( I’ve seen “Taken.”) Also, I didn’t fall for any “Wanna share a cab” offers (“Taken!!”) The cab driver was the best. We talked about our children. He spoke French and said Connecticut very beautifully. He let me off after a short drive ($21!). I walked to the apartment, and all the keys worked and life was good. I went out to go to Zabars and get some provisions, but unfortunately they were closed. Luckily I found a little Greek grocer, and bought a nice piece of cooked chicken in a delicious sauce, some Greek salad and hummus, and yogurt for breakfast. I was so exhausted, I went to bed early.
My cab
My apartment
Joanie On My Mind 
You did it!
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