All of my senses seem to be working overtime in NYC. There is always something going on that stimulates all 5 of my senses. For example, sound. Day or night, sleeping or awake, there are always noises I'm not accustomed to, at least not in my previous life. I am to the point where I am not only getting used to the noises in my house (I love my roommates, but they are young and oblivious to when it should be quiet time--although that probably has more to do with my age and not senses so I'll leave that for another post) but I can even block out the noises (which is good regarding the street noises or I would never sleep.)
But the one thing I don't think I will ever get used to is the smells! Sometimes I'm just walking mmob and I will come upon a smell so vile it is hard to breathe. But no smell will be able to compare to the stench on the train of my previous post. And now I think I know why it was so important for Oliver Wendell Douglass to move his wife Lisa to the country in Green Acres...FRESH AIR!
About Me
- Living My Backward's Life (formerly A Michigander Grows in Brooklyn)
- Middle-aged, empty-nester, trying to follow God's will for my life--what an adventure! When I was in my 20's, I had the responsibilities of a 40 year old. After living what I feel has been a full life, here I am in my 40's living my life like a 20-something. But I have a feeling my story isn't over yet...sometimes I feel like it's just beginning.
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I expected NYC to 'smell' when we first visited it. I don't know why but I just thought that with all of those people from all over the world crowded into that small area that it would smell. And I didn't think it did. Maybe it's just Manhattan that didn't smell since I've never been anywhere else in NYC to compare it too. It was a very strange experience for me when we went on our plunge.
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