Conqueror of New York

It started yesterday at 10:40am.

Things went well and I caught all of my buses without incident... until I was in New York. There was a 2:15 layover, so I waited.

Without hearing an announcement, the bus was gone. The next one wouldn't be there until 1:30pm. Mind you, those two hours were spent without signal so I decided to tour the building for a while to move and keep myself hard to recognize.

I went upstairs to see what was there and, after a moment, I got messages as I had signal.

Phone calls and texts poured in. My uncle suggested I take the train to Parsons Blvd. he would text directions later. I get no signal on trains, so I read signs and maps and made my best guesses.

I arrived only a block away from where my uncle suggested since I read maps well. After that, rather than catch the bus immediately, I walked for a couple of miles. The weather is very mild. Not the biting cold I expected and no snow. The weather also held up so there was no rain.

I am now at my grandmother's house and thinking many things. Things like, "if you don't protect yourself, no one will. You must protect yourself."

It's disheartening and encouraging all at once. If I ever doubted my instinct to survive, I can definitely stop now.

Need to figure out what to do with these feelings.

On the other hand, I managed to use the train and bus in New York. Didn't do that when I lived here. I'm beastly.