Well….it’s been a while since I posted and a lot has changed in the world.
Covid-19 for one.
Living in the epicenter of it has been nothing short of utterly heartbreaking. My city has been throbbingly aching, my fellow New Yorkers have been dying.
The hustle and bustle of the Big Apple came to a close in the first week of March 2020. A deafening screech of life as we knew it echoed through the skyscrapers and streets. The usual cacophony of the subway, people, trucks, cars and so on, became non existent. Ambulances were the only sounds that pierced the atmosphere – yes, more than usual. From make shift morgues, not enough hospital beds and PPE, to exhausted brave Doctors and Nurses working around the clock….well, you know the stories by now. Our vocabulary will forever be changed by hashtags like #newnormal #socialdistancing #covid19 #essentialworkers #coronavirus #allinthistogether #newyorktough and so on…
As a large complex city we always get a bad rap for being, fast, rude, obnoxious, blunt and uncaring. This couldn’t have been further from the truth as I witnessed the last few months. I’ve never seen so much love, bravery, spirit, kindness and sense of community through this all. One thing we do well, is come together in times of need and crisis.
Yes, it is not over with, by far.
But as the restrictions slowly and carefully ease, we stay cautious and optimistic. Yet the heavy mental health toll, businesses closing, unemployment, food scarcity, grief, sadness and uncertainty, are all things we will be dealing with for years to come. Life won’t be the same and the invisible scars will be etched in our skin, minds and hearts forever.
Yet, I continue to have hope and faith.
My heart swells with pride and love for my city. We will continue to be of service and help each other. We will do our best to get up, dust ourselves off and go on.
Because thats what we do here…we are after all, New York Tough.
I love you New York.