I won’t go into details, but today was like one extended “Lucy” episode and I never did get to New York to see my grandchild. And since my car isn’t fixed yet, I probably won’t get there for a couple of weeks, at least. (Can’t get a rental car. Long story.)
Nothing worse than grandmotherly feelings with no place to put them.
What about trains and buses?
We’ve gone between Philly and NY, and back, several times on public transportation with no problem.
I can’t handle that many public transit line changes in a strange place. It makes me highly anxious, and when I get highly anxious, I get confused and end up misreading the schedules, going the wrong way, or otherwise screwing up. It’s an ADD thing.
Maybe you just need a level-headed traveling companion.
Yeah, that would help, but I don’t have one.