Springtime in New York

Day 3 in New York. It has been a full couple of days, taking in stores, meeting the team, figuring out how to best execute the delivery program…all very good stuff. I have noticed when I travel east that I often get sucked into living in two time zones—I start the day on Eastern Time, but seem to stay up until I normally would on Pacific Time, between the phone calls, emails and general family connections.

Monday had rained, as earlier mentioned. Tuesday was pretty cold, somewhere around 4o degrees or so, but the wind dropped it down to more like freezing in terms of “real feel.” It wasn’t bad, but certainly not the warm-up that everyone was hoping for and it certainly made the brisk walking that much more rapid in an effort to keep warm!

Wednesday was the last day in the Big Apple. I hauled my suitcase and backpack out of the hotel and walked the 9 blocks to the regional office. (In reality, I walked nearly 15 blocks because I read my handmade map incorrectly and went diametrically opposite to the way that I was supposed to. Something seemed wrong, so I stopped, pulled out the map and realized that I had drawn it in reverse of where I wanted to go in relation to where my hotel was. David offered to escort me on future trips as navigator. That, or as he said, he could get me a guide dog. I am truly challenged in all areas of geography!)

Once I turned around and got myself going in the right direction, the wind kicked up and it got REALLY cold. Right about the moment I was thinking to myself that it felt cold enough to snow…the flurries began. Many people on the street, seeing my suitcase in tow, said to me as they passed, “Welcome to springtime in New York.” No kidding.

I was, however, grateful for the snow, as I didn’t have an umbrella and the thought of rain was even less appealing!