Sometimes I feel like I just don’t belong. The fast pace of working in New York City is daunting. Weaving in and out of traffic on the sidewalk on a daily basis has become unbearable. Once in the car, the panicky feeling does not abate. The pressure in my limbs mount until it seems as though I have a vise grip on the steering wheel. Through the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel and the tension lessens. As the car approaches the Verrazano Bridge, a sigh of relief escapes my lips. Almost home. Sanctuary. No longer an outlander in an urban jungle.
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Drabble- a story told in exactly 100 words.
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Drabble- a story told in exactly 100 words.
Wow, do I relate! The city was just too much, and the sooner I could shut it out, the better. Whew! I think that's why we moved. =)
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ReplyDeleteYeah, there are some days in which I love the city. But then the people upset me and I want to head back to the suburbs.