Superstorm Sandy

As you all know, I’m ridiculously behind on posting. There’s nothing like a giant hurricane to kick my butt into gear, so thank you for that, Superstorm Sandy.

If you’re not familiar with the layout of Manhattan (I still don’t have it fully painted in my my mind by heart yet, and I’m a resident), here’s a map via NYC Tourist to help you picture the general area the was hit hardest.

Most of the flooding (in New York) was in the lower part of the island and Staten Island, which together housed the bulk of the power outages as well. We live way up on the Upper West Side–think northwest corner of Central Park (ish)–so we were significantly buffered from the storm surge. Although we didn’t lose our electricity, there were times late Monday night that Sandy’s wind battered our windows with such vigor and persistence that mike and I looked nervously at each other as if they might spontaneously combust at any given moment. It was definitely spooky.

The kids, on the other hand, didn’t seem so nervous. They spent the day playing under our dining room table turned makeshift fort.


And watching way too many movies. And eating the Pringles, Cheez-Its, Chex Mix, and cookies we bought as emergency storm supplies.

And snuggling turned tackling turned annoying each other.



And dancing around in hurricane boots (that he absolutely refused to take off, even for nap time).




And roasting marshmallows over candle light.


And staying up way past their bedtimes.

By Tuesday morning, Sandy’s remnants–lingering drizzle and 25 mph winds–beckoned us from our stir-crazy cozy quarters to check out the destruction.


Most of the damage in our neighborhood lined the park, I’m assuming because there aren’t buildings there to minimize the strength of the wind. I snapped some photos, but, again, this was so minimal compared to the flooding and power outages downtown. The pictures I’ve seen on Twitter of the aftermath are just incredible. Here’s a snapshot of my neighborhood, though.







We saw lots of these totaled umbrellas that Sandy must have torn from the hands of unassuming pedestrians.


And autumn’s beauty littering the sidewalks,


When just days ago, most of those leaves were adorning the park’s trees. If you missed my Facebook post, take a look at this collage I created that captures the magic of fall in Central Park.


I haven’t been out yet today, and although I do know Central Park is still closed, I’m sure the sidewalks and streets have been rescued from the majority of fallen trees and branches. The subway system, however, hasn’t been so easily revived. We’re fortunate enough to be within walking distance of school and everything we need. I’m wondering, though, what folks who live in other Burroughs and make the daily commute to Manhattan by train are doing. I’m sure you’ve read this, but apparently the problem is that even after the water is pumped out of the stations, the salt affects and can potentially ruin the electrical equipment, which, in turn, takes much time to revamp and inspect. There are such intricacies to consider in the unique ecosystem that is Manhattan.

Kudos to all of you who’ve been able to contribute your time to relief efforts. I’m grateful for you! And My heart is with those of you who’ve been impacted by the storm and are still recovering–victims of flooding and fire, NYU hospital patients, family or friends of those whose lives have been taken. You’re constantly in my thoughts.

Sandy may have brought in some rough waters, but if there’s one thing I’ve observed since we moved here, it’s that New Yorkers always just keep swimming.

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