Happy go lucky?
Tribecca is quite a bit north of the old towers so I don't know why some friends can't move back. I am MUCH closer...one block south west. We residents say, "we live across the street from WTC because we literally do. Many residents are moving out, especially those with "the view". The few of us left in the building have banded together. My neighbor Phil lent me his hepa-vac to re-clean my flat. It's a Miele and it picked up a lot of residue that was still there even after the cleaning crew.
My mom phoned briefly yesterday. I don't think she fully undersands the severity of the situation here. If she only knew, she wouldn't want me living here.
As for my brother, well I never hear from him. He's only visited twice in 14 years. He's never been to my BPC flat.
Jose the super is always looking after things and the doormen are lovely people: Felix put air in bike tires yesterday because he thought they looked low. One of the residents asked jokingly, "how come she gets such good service?" and Felix replied, "She makes us cookies for Xmas"! Our other doorman, Jim, is back and we hugged. We're all so happy to be alive.
I return to work on Thursday. Is the antithesis of happy go lucky...crappy go sucky?