Many of us had no choice but to stay. If you were lucky you could get away on weekends, which is what my girlfriend and I have done thanks to her old beater car, going to a beach one day a weekend since March, far before when we’d normally have gone. Just to see the horizon, breathe fresh air and get out of, what was, really, a living hell March-May. The constant sirens blaring was the worst, a death knoll impossible to avoid. My rental apts. tiny roof became indispensable as well, for push-ups and fresh air. Thankfully the rest of the building, or those tenants who remained, didn’t seem to catch on to that. Overall it’s been a been a strange time and hard to fathom that 5 months have passed, but I have been able to create a lot at home during this duration, after an initial period of way too much drinking and tv watching. NYC is my home, where I was born, and though I need nature and try to get to it when I can (afford it), pushing through here during the apex of the pandemic is somewhat of a mark of pride all of us who remained should feel. It ain’t over yet though, not by a long shot I’m afraid. As for this who bailed or would bail on NYC? They're not real New Yorkers, sorry. They're rich, that's their City.
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