Leaving New York

This morning, I packed the rest of my stuff and then left the hostel right after breakfast. While checking out, I asked the guy working at the reception for directions to JFK since the routes given by Google maps seemed unnecessarily complicated. The employee gave me a piece of paper and I chose the more direct way, even though it was supposed to take longer - I just didn't want to have to walk far with all of my luggage.
I needed to transfer to another subway at 59th street. However, there were two possible destinations for the subway in that direction. I knew which subway I wanted to take but I couldn't see the destination anywhere on the arriving subway. Even though I had asked one of the passengers on the train, I boarded the one to the wrong destination. I realized my mistake at once and got off at the next stop. When I finally boarded the right subway 15 minutes later, I still wasn't so sure if it would stop at my stop as I had already made some bad experiences with non local subways before. But as I still had enough time, I decided to just take my chances.
Like many times before, there were also some people coming into the subway begging for money. I usually just ignored them but this time, one of them offered pocket tissues as a thank you. As I was out of tissues but in need of them due to my cold, I gave the lady a few left over dollars for a small bag of tissues.
As it turned out, I had taken the right subway and ended up at the air train station, where I could take an air train to JFK.
Checking in at the terminal and getting through security was easy, although they were actually checking everything a bit more strictly here than in the other airports I had been to.
By the time I was at the gate, I still had to wait a bit more than 2 hours until I could board my plane, which would leave at 3.55 PM and arrive in Frankfurt around 5.40 AM the next day.
While I was waiting at the airport, I decided to try a New York style cheesecake. I heard that cheesecake in North America were different from cheesecakes in Germany and since I hadn't tried one yet, this was my last chance. Like everything at the airport, the cake was quite expensive. In addition to that, I didn't even really like the cake.
When I finally got on the plane, I was actually surprised and even a bit confused by the staff members speaking German... Being back in a non-English speaking country will be weird.