This was my blasé feeling toward the natural disaster, having grown up in South Florida, where they make an appearance two to three times a year. I remember Hurricanes Andrew through Wilma -- all boring and requiring me to pick up a book when the power went out.
Sure, school was canceled which was a plus, but that was secondary to my inability to connect with friends via MySpace or drive anywhere due to fallen flora. Of course, as a teenager, these were my most serious concerns.
Fast-forward seven years since Wilma (which also came through around Halloween), and I'm out of power (again) in New York City. Thanks Sandy. Sure, this sucks -- again -- but with so many severe issues occurring throughout the tri-state area, regaining power in my apartment is not at the forefront of my thoughts.
I'm extremely lucky to have a friend on the Upper East Side that has been generous enough to house me (and my roommate) through the hurricane aftermath, while my extended family in Roslyn (Long Island) and Long Beach (Long Island) are without power and so much more.
It's hard to watch the news, specifically about Staten Island, where so many people are enduring the destruction of their homes and communities.
As I watch New Yorkers carry their essentials from the south of the island north, as I peek into cafés stuffed with Manhattanites telecommuting on their laptops and see crowded buses carrying cramped commuters, it is clear that the situation in the city is far less devastating than most -- and for that, I am very grateful.
Even though I feel misplaced this week, I'm far from complaining about idiotic things I'd rather be doing or ways I'd rather spend my time.