The roadmap literally ended this afternoon when a subway malfunctioned and I had to switch to another train.Turns out that second train was malfunctioning as well.
Which meant my next recourse was to cry.
I was running late for an appointment that required 48 hours cancellation. Add to that, I had tried to get there extra early so I could be on time to meet my cousins afterward. This whole thing backfired–like mad!
Things I’ve learned:
You’re never too old to cry.
The MTA sucks (ok, that is not new).
Things are not in my control.
Here are some pics I took of my accidental tour of the Bronx.
Still feeling defeated, I managed to smile. Hope began to surface as I gazed at the water’s surface.