D.C.

We're off to our nation's capital for the weekend (after much discussion, I've determined that it is a capital, but the capitol). Cherry blossoms, the Eastern Market, Georgetown Cupcake. 

We're taking Bolt Bus. A very inexpensive & convenient option (I'm on my laptop, on the bus, somewhere in New Jersey this very second). 

But getting to the bus pickup just wasn't so convenient. 

I hauled my relatively small roller suitcase + purse (which is always huge) + laptop/camera bag (heavy) through the following maze: 

Down 29 floors (I just said my prayer of gratitude for elevators). 

Up the bus stairs. 

Down the bus stairs. 

Down the subway entrance stairs.

Through the subway turnstile (actually, the gate - I was a wide load). 

Onto the (packed) subway car. 

Up the stairs at Grand Central Terminal. 

Up the escalator. 

Through the turnstiles for the Shuttle (subway to Times Square). 

Down the stairs to the subway platform. 

Onto the (packed) subway. 

Up the stairs to the "1" train transfer at the Times Square station. 

Down the stairs to the subway platform. 

Onto the (crowded) subway. 

Up the bazillion stairs to our exit at 33rd Street. 

A) No one once offered to help me in my struggle. No surprise.

B) My back hurts.

C) I could (should) have spent $20 & just taken a cab. 

"C" is why living in New York is so blasted expensive. I'm trying to be better.

Sometimes the simple things are simply not simple in Manhattan. 

(But I still love it. See you soon, New York.)