Walking through the Times Square subway, see a woman drop an atm receipt (looked more like she threw it to the side, actually). She then turns back to look at it, and I realize that a man with sunglasses and an I'm-blind cane is pointing it out to her...what the whaaat?
I moved to a 1br, 1 bath apartment that is really a room with a bathroom also. It's nice and not, and it's off a convenient train that becomes really really inconvenient pretty often, and it's quiet but noisy and private but not. So I like it and I don't.
But there's something to be said for having a place more or less to yourself.
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Yet let no empty gust/Of passion find an utterance in thy lay,/A blast that whirls the dust/Along the howling street and dies away;/
But feelings of calm power and mighty sweep,/Like currents journeying through the windless deep.
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"But there's something to be said for having a place more or less to yourself." which is?
by my work we have a blind center and they have a few blind people who point things out all the time.
Apartment living always sucks...but at least it's your own! :o)
to jen's point, some blind people can actually see. there's scale of your eyesight where there becomes a point where you can be legally blind. so you can be "legally blind," but still be able to see (ex. color blindness; they're considered blind, but they can still see).
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