Governor Cuomo keeps saying “We’re strong; we’re New York. We’ll get through this because we’re strong and that’s what we do.” It’s a beautiful notion that I’m sure motivates people into believing that this beautiful city that’s now flooded, powerless and in many parts destroyed, will come through on the other side. And we will, but today, the day after, is sad.
We live on the Upper West Side, so of anyone in the city, we were in the safest place. It was scary, windy and rainy but our power never went out and we didn’t have any severe flooding or damage, that happened mostly in lower Manhattan. But still I feel for the city that I now call home. I feel for the people that have lost power, are stranded or have damage to their home. I feel for my city’s subway system as the MTA announced that in 108 years they’ve never seen this kind of damage and that this storm was worse than their worst case scenario. I feel for the firefighters, emergency responders, police officers and city officials that probably haven’t slept in 48 hours. I feel for the families of the 12 people that weren’t able to survive. Looking at the damage breaks my heart for the city that I love so deeply.
But New York is strong and as I type this I can see the sun shining through the clouds. I can hear people going back outside again, starting to clean up the mess that hurricane Sandy left in her wake. New York is strong and that isn’t just something people say- it’s something that is palpable in the air. It’s not just not a notion, it’s real and it’s what makes this amazing city such a remarkably inspirational place to live. New York is strong, thank you for the reminder.