So often it’s easy to forget how amazing it is to live anywhere near New York City. Something so simple as my walk from the subway to my office is pretty darn magical.
When I first come up from the train platform, I see some basketball courts, but not just any old basketball courts – the West Fourth Street Courts, also known as “The Cage.” I’m not an avid basketball fan or anything, but you can always feel the energy from these particular courts. They are apparently some of the most competitive courts in the city, and on any given afternoon there are crowds of people either waiting for their shot or just watching the impressive game play.
Next up, rather than walking those extra thirty yards to the corner to turn onto West Fourth, I cut through the most delightful little park – the Golden Swan Garden. It’s a tiny little corner of the world, but a surprisingly peaceful nook.
Once on West Fourth, I pass the very pretty Washington Square Methodist Church, and then sneak a peak down into the windows of Clementine, an adorable consignment shop that focuses on maternity and baby attire.
Then, I imagine what it would be like if I had gone to law school. No, I never actually had any desire to be a lawyer, but I can definitely picture my younger self sitting in the courtyard of Vanderbilt Hall (the main building of NYU’s Law School) poring over some ridiculously thick reference book with a large black coffee (which I also don’t drink) in my hand.
If I look over to the left at the point, I can just make out Washington Square Arch on the opposite end of the park through the trees and never-ending construction. It’s one of those New York City landmarks that always feels special. I think we all know When Harry Met Sally had a little something to do with that.
After the magic has worn off, I walk past the Kimmel Center – the closest thing to a Student Union at NYU…and the home of the the Skirball Center for the Performing Arts (i.e., my husband’s office).
An occasional pit stop at Starbucks for something involving whipped cream, and I’m at my office. I wave to our security guard (who thankfully knows me already so I don’t have to dig for my ID every morning) and hop on the elevator.
So, what’s my point?
Every day in this city can be full of wonder. And so can yours.
Whether you get to walk through a big city like this or drive through the suburbs to wherever you’re going, make sure you take a moment to look around. There is beauty everywhere if you don’t let yourself get bogged down with the endless to-do lists and stress of commuting.
And if you just REALLY don’t like where you are, bring some beauty with you! My bus and subway rides can be far from magical, but that’s nothing some music and a good book can’t fix.
Work can be hard enough as it is. I think you should do all you can to (a) come in as positively as you can, and (b) decompress between leaving the office and getting home.
What’s your magical commute like?