I saw there was snow in the forecast, but as I landed on Sunday afternoon, I got an alert that the blizzard could be the biggest NYC has ever seen.
I stayed with my friend Julia (we've known each other for 28 years) and her husband Glenn at their new place in Chelsea. It turns out that my office is only 3 blocks away, so it was very convenient.
We enjoyed dinner out on Sunday night, as the news about the storm continued and folks emptied the store shelves. We got some food too, and made plans for dinner on Monday night. My meetings at Google were supposed to wrap up around 5 pm on Monday. By then, the storm had a name "Juno", my offices were closing at 3 pm, as they announced MTA would stop service at 7 pm, and curfew for all cars except emergency vehicles was to start at 11 pm. It had snowed all afternoon, but it was just starting to accumulate and stick on the streets, and the wind was picking up, so we each went back to our hotels/"homes" for the night.
Julia and I made dumpings so we could stay in. We chatted the night away, but then the snow stopped for a couple of hours. I even went to the roof to take a picture of the Empire State Building. We went to bed wondering what we would wake up to in the morning. It was very strange, as there were no cars, no noise and I had never seen NYC to quiet.
We woke up to maybe 5 or 6 inches of snow, not the 3 feet feared. Juno had spared NYC. But now what? All the stores were still closed, no one could get into the city with no MTA, closed bridges and tunnels. By 10 am I wanted to work and met 3 of my colleagues who were also from out of town - we were the only ones there. Stores started opening in the afternoon. I called and found restaurants that were open so we could celebrate my coworker's birthday. The biggest hazard were the large puddles of unknown depth in each corner, but everything was coming back to normal.
My meeting on Wednesday, first cancelled due to the storm, was back on. My flight on Wednesday afternoon was on time, and I was glad to be back in Colorado that night. Although the snow was not a big deal, it was cold in NYC and I had missed 3 days of warm weather (high of 62 degrees) at home.














