When I was a little girl and I first came to America, New York specifically, I wanted to be nothing more than a businesswoman who took the train to work in the city and back to her retreat in the suburbs at night. I’m talking sneaker changes to heels back to sneakers and a suit. I don’t know what kind of business I dreamed of conducting, but I looked pretty official. Even in my dreams. The suits were always gray or black or brown. Power colors. Strong colors…depressing colors. Colors I can’t really see myself wearing everyday, or really that I am not allowed to wear. So the dream changes. And don’t they all.
Everyday I get the privilege of walking to the train (actually, I usually run) in my loafers and taking it two stops to work and I get to do it again at night. This literally takes a grand total of 15 minutes...11 if I am running. Granted, it isn’t a nice trip from the suburbs to Manhattan every single day but I like it. This tiny change in my routine does give me the feeling of retreating to my little apartment every night. It is my safe haven. Here, I can just chill. No suit, no worries. Maybe I’ll wear my running shoes to work and start changing into my loafers once I get there.
Outrun some old ladies on bicycles.
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