i landed in new york on a cold, rainy day of october, turned on the tv and found out a massive storm was approaching the city. i hadn't heard of sandy before, and suddenly it was all everyone was talking about. we walked around the windy, rainy city. the night of the storm my mother, my sister and i stayed in our hotel room and watched the news while the building seemed to be pitching (luckily we still had power). the next morning we listened to the whole taylor swift album and danced around and i managed to be a spooky zombie prom queen on halloween night. we went downtown to see how bad the storm had been and the atmosphere was so strange, just tons of people carrying suitcases going uptown and trying to catch a cab. it was a weird trip.