4/24/13—
My favorite time of the day since I’ve been in New York is
the mornings. It’s the excitement
of the unexpected. Some of you
might think I’m a bit crazy since most aspects of my life are pretty
boring. Each morning I pretty much
follow the same ritual—shower, get dressed in my FEMA Corps uniform, eat some
peanut butter and toast, and sit in silence. Lucky for me, my team has a later start time than the
others, so I have the gift of 15 minutes of solitude. For an introvert like me it is a beautiful thing and I savor
every minute I have. The team
gathers in the hotel lobby each morning before we pile into the van. I’m always curious to see what mood
everyone is in. I have become a
morning person and most of my team are far from it. They are mostly quiet as they walk out to the van. But there are always exceptions. Taylor is always ready to reveal a big
grin before she climbs in the van and falls asleep during the commute. And the others engage with me for a bit
before they climb into their i-pod cocoon and drown out the world for the hour
long commute. Again, I get a brief
respite of solitude…at least until we take the Queens Blvd exit. Pete typically sits in the passenger
seat every weekday. In Americorps,
this person is the designated safety and plays the role of DJ, GPS reader, and
climate control. It is his job to
crank up the music as I shout out what a beautiful day it is and and tell them
we are on our way to Candy Mountain (check out Charlie the Unicorn on Youtube
if you have no idea what I’m talking about). I am usually greeted with moans and groans from the half
awake Corps Members. The good news
is that they have yet to kill me.
I think they understand how much satisfaction I get out of being so
silly in the morning and they have come to realize that a happy Team Leader is
much better than a cranky one.
We park the van at a parking structure across the street
from our office building. We work
in a part of Queens called Forest Hills.
It’s mostly a residential area with small locally owned shops. As for office space, it’s pretty much
our building, a jail, and a court house down the street. We drive by a hot dog vendor every
morning that has a sign advertising legal advice and walk by a sign in the
parking garage that asks folks to not urinate in public. Truly signs that we are living and
working in NYC. Another sign that
it’s NYC is all of the garbage.
Something I’m not all that accustomed to after living in Colorado and
Wisconsin. But nature still seeps
in to the urban jungle. The cherry
blossoms and magnolia trees are in the bloom and there’s an occasional bird squawking
at us.