A day in the city…

I have the day off today so I was able to just take the city in and do with my time what I please. I still have a to-do list a mile long but I put it on hold for half the day since I’m not at the office on a weekday and the weather is amazing.

After sleeping in, I lazily crawled over to the fountain located in the center of my apartment “village” Stuyvesant Town. I’ll be leaving it at the end off June, so I figured I’d enjoy close proximity to a beautiful fountain surrounded my green lawns and trees while I still had the chance.

After staring at the fountain and the happy people surrounding it for a bit, it dawned on me that I needed food. After all it was almost 2 in the afternoon and I had yet to put anything in my stomach.

So just as lazily as I had crawled over to a bench surrounding the Stuyvesant Town oval fountain, I shuffled down 18th towards 2nd avenue. As I casually strolled, I started thinking of excuses to stay outside and trek around the city. I actually enjoy running errands around the city if the weather is nice and I have a loose timeframe. I walked towards the nearest train station figuring I would find a good excuse to go  somewhere after I found nourishment.

It was then that I remembered the my most annoying errand of the week that I had yet to take care of. I needed to go to a police station to file a lost property report for something I lost last week. Please don’t ask me what it was….it is quite upsetting and a bit of a sore topic. As I walked south I saw a police officer writing a ticket on a zipcar (sucks for that person) and I approached him to find out the procedure for filing a lost property report. I was actually going to take the train way uptown but after speaking with one of new york’s finest, he informed me of a precinct just blocks away from my house. Lost my excuse to take a train somewhere, but gained an excuse to take another walk on a beautiful day.

Some short time after speaking with the man and leaving him to ruin someone’s Friday afternoon after brightening up mine, my day got even better. Looking down as I walked, I stumbled upon a damn 10 dollar bill !! Huzzah, the day was mine!

With much excitement I got back to my food quest and wondered further south on 2nd ave until I remembered that I visited an amazing, tiny polish diner called “the stage” last weekend, that was just blocks from where I was.

I made a bee line for the place and after some short deliberation, ordered a spinach, mushroom and kielbasa egg white omelet with crispy home fries and a coffee. “This is some New York shit” I thought to myself, as I enjoyed my delicious afternoon breakfast plate. Polish conversation, butter sizzling on a grill, and the sounds of New York guys with gold chains counting what looked like two thousand bucks in cash just to find enough small bills to cover a ten dollar tab, filled the air. The city was all around me, and I took it in.
It felt great.

The point of all this is that I was happy to be here in New York and it was the trivial, seemingly insignificant nuances of the day’s experience that made me feel that way.

Its true what they say sometimes….sometimes, it is the little things. 

Stuy Town Fountain

omelet of glory