Uptown 6 Musings

So when I started writing down my subway experiences and putting them into chapters in the book I am writing, I worked in the Upper East Side.  Everyday I walked to the Spring Street Uptown 6 train, despite having much betters options for transportation.  There was something therapeutic about the experience.  It was the walk that was therapeutic, not the subway itself, at least not initially.  At this time, I hated the subway and was angry I couldn't get to work any other way easily.  (I biked from time to time, but it was a long miserable bike ride in traffic)  

But it was those slogs on the 6 train that kept me going, the things I saw, the people I began to recognize.  It was during those sticky fall days that I realized I could write a book about these people, about my move from idealistic perfect more-days-of-sun-per-year-than-miami Boulder to the big city.  And so I started.  I wrote chapters of my book on this train, noting the posters which advertised the "Good Day Dance" which in my humble opinion, was an adult version of Skinamarinky Dinky Dink.  I noted the man I saw nearly everyday who looked vaguely like jesus.  I watched a woman unpack and repack and entire suitcase of food (4,5 not 6 in full disclosure) and sweat profusely into a bag of dorritos which she inhaled in a matter of seconds. 

I began to settle into my life in new york, I slowly but surely found joy in riding the subway, as it was a way to let go of control and read a book.  People watch.  You name it.  

And now I almost look forward to the subway every day.  But I think, in reality, that has to do with the A/C.