It’s a good thing I didn’t have this earlier tonight when I was walking around feeling sorry for myself. I was caught in one of those NYC moments where you just want to curl up alone but find yourself a long subway ride away from anything resembling solitude. I might have curled up somewhere on a bench and really let loose with the tears. Ironically, the thought of the 30 minute journey simultaneously added to my sadness and kept me moving forward. Everywhere I turned around there was another pair of eyes, and all I had to do was make it home.