Being a Single, Independent, New York Woman

     When I was six and riding on the subway with my family, I insisted on sitting a little ways off. It wasn’t out of spite or annoyance with anyone, instead it was in an effort to assert that I was a single, independent, New York woman. Although I often roamed the streets of NYC alone over the years of growing up there, it wasn’t until this past weekend that I experienced what it was like to be truly independent. Most of my friends were out of town or busy and I wasn’t staying with anyone. My brother and his wife had plans at her parents so they left me their studio to crash in. From Saturday afternoon to Sunday evening I was on my own. Here is what I did:

     Exactly what it says. I trekked out to Brooklyn bookstore and relished the feeling of being intellectual and booky. And then I bought a romance, fiction novel. (Me before You by JoJo Moyes, who brutally betrayed me with the ending of the book)

     I bought coffee and further lived out my dreams of being a hipster. The cappuccino was delicious, although the barista looked as if she saw someone throw a bottle in the trash instead of recycling it. 
     After returning to my brother’s ridiculously cool flat and eating all his chips, I played Mass Effect 2 on his Xbox. The night was going well as I had discovered that Thaddaeus and Daphne also had some ice cream. But after laboring over level after level of the space set video game, I inexplicably lost all my progress. I took that as a sign that it was time to go to bed. 
     Sunday morning I relished the late hour at which my brother’s church began. 10:30 a.m. meant that I had time to get ready and rush out for some breakfast. It has been ages since I’ve had a proper New York bagel. The experience was glorious. 
     I then set off for Sunday worship. Unfortunately, I was attending sans brother and sister-in-law, but I didn’t mind. Everyone who greeted me beamed when I mentioned Tad and Daphne. I ran into some old acquaintances and talked for a while after church. 
     Being independent and on my own time was extremely refreshing, but I don’t think I will always want to be alone.
Veronica A.

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