It’s really strange that after living in Florida for so long, the worst hurricane I’ve ever gone through happened during my first two months in New York City. Tampa nearly always gets missed by hurricanes.
I’m actually super fortunate, because the Upper East Side was not hit that bad. In fact, I don’t have television (I have a television, just no cable service), so I was kind of in the dark about everything that was going on. Besides a few tweets and Facebook posts, I really couldn’t tell how bad lower Manhattan was hit. I was looking out my window and it just looked like a typical storm.
This morning, I figured out how to stream the news live on my computer and saw a lot more photos. It’s so crazy! It doesn’t even look like the city at all. And everyone has been commenting how silent and dark it is. Two words that I’m fairly certain have never been used to describe NYC.
I’ve heard back from nearly all of my friends in the city and everyone is safe (though most without power).
After being cooped up in my apartment for so long, I have to get out and do a couple of laps around the neighborhood! I will be donning a barbour and some bean boots.
Hoping that everyone on the east coast made it safely through the night!