On a general note, the more invested – financially, physically, and emotionally – one is, the more frequently one tends to think about another being or relationship. GOT7 is on my mind every single day, which means I can’t escape massive bursts of anxiety and anticipation when fanmeets and concerts roll around.
Despite having visited Seattle a handful of times, I had never once been to the Big Apple. It had always been tucked at the back of an etiolated wanderlust list, but little consideration had been given to the prospect.
We arrived without delays, thankfully, and gradually made our way to the Baggage Claim area. Like LA, it was situated in close proximity to the exit – undoubtedly alarming and not quite necessary in my opinion. LaGuardia featured an abundance of signage for taxis and rideshare services but failed to maintain even the smallest display for luggage belts. There had even been signage for the airport’s dysfunctional Wi-Fi network.
But how were travellers supposed to know that?
Barclays Center was a sixteen-minute walk from our place of stay, or a two-stop subway journey totalling a maximum of twelve minutes. A trek in thirty-plus degree weather with heavy bags in tow was not an appealing idea, especially considering our degree of (un)familiarity with the neighbourhood.
Wandering along Dekalb, we found LIU (also known as Long Island University) and, shortly afterwards, a small eatery by the name of Chau Down. The menu appeared simple enough: build-your-own donburi bowls and “Asian” burritos.
One can imagine our surprise at plopping ourselves down in relief, only to find our bottoms promptly constrained by the wooden frame of the chair. The cushioned fabric portion had sunken in altogether, leaving nothing but a skeleton of its original form behind.
Names were called out at the counter when our order was ready for pickup. A white plastic bag unveiled a depressing roll of tin foil and disposable container.
I wouldn’t consider it twice if someone had slid this to me amidst the craze of exam season, but I had entered the establishment in source of a proper meal – not an erratic mishmash of long-lasting perishables.
After confirming a temporary stopover, I pulled open the door, clashing with powerful gusts of A/C.