Making my way back to the airport I had my flannel shirt tied around my waste covering my large behind and my Sea Bag over my shoulder. After thinking for about 30 seconds, I made the decision to get back to the airport and back my little apartment in Boothbay Harbor as quick as I could. I made my interview and soon discovered if I took the job housing was available in the Bronx only 3 subway changes away with 6 other co-workers and the rent was only $1200 a month. She also refers to the water and how much of it there was in Maine, that went right along with my first impression of NYC & cement, that city must hold the record for square miles covered! I believe they were sleeping I hope they were. I was surprised to see how most people entering the subway station were super careful not to kick the homeless person leaned up against the turnstile. It meant we were almost to the Maine Mall where we would eventually get to eat at the Western Sizzler buffet.Ĭindy referred to how friendly all of us Mainers are, well I felt the same way in NYC. Nothing like the days I remember sitting in the backseat of my parent’s station wagon getting super excited to see the bank clock in Portland. By the way, not something you see in Maine every day. Boy, they were right! After a $55 cab ride to Time’s Square, I was met with a sensory overload of massive jumbotrons flashing their neon ads and breaking news from all over the world. Everyone had said I would just be amazed at the tall buildings, the amount of people there were and how expensive everything was. I had gone to NYC for a job interview, my very first solo trip to the Big Apple. Having just read Cindy Adam’s review of her recent trip to Maine in the New York Post I couldn’t help but see the similarities of my trip to New York City.
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