4: Number of days in NYC
4: Number of postcards purchased
4: Number of bags lugged
49: Number of minutes it mysteriously took to check into my hotel
499: Number of times I may have randomly charged my iPhone in public
3: Members of the 178th A-100 I saw
3: Subway tickets purchased
3: Number of times I paid for Wi-fi
3: Number of South Asian taxi drivers I rode with
34: Number of podcasts I downloaded thanks to Facebook crowdsourcing
2: Number of meetings attended to discuss the domestic impact of consular work abroad
2: Number of shoes taken to repair shop
2: Times I went to the post office
2: Number of food deliveries
2: Glasses of wine I sipped on a sunny Tuesday afternoon
27: My perception of how many times I had to check with Lufthansa to confirm I had an aisle seat
1: Set of license plates mailed back to the Commonwealth of Virginia
1: Trip to Chipotle
1: Broken shopping bag
1: Box of Band-aids used on my right foot
1: Deep tissue massage
1: Honey milk spa pedicure in the Village
1: Rooftop bar visit
111: Times I looked at Google Maps
111,111: Times I fretted about my Russian
1,000,000: Times I felt grateful
Two-story NYC parking: the solution?
Agree!
Legit.
Ummm. I make my own money, and don’t need to be parented at my age – but thanks!
Grand Central Station
Grand Central Station
Rooftop bar at the Roosevelt Hotel
Rooftop bar at the Roosevelt Hotel
Until we meet again…
Collecting Postcards 