
I have arrived in New York City after an exhausting, emotional last-days in Chicago. The bad feeling in my stomach is gone, replaced by the anticipation of what is awaiting me and the emptiness of what I have given up to be here.
My new roommate (for now) and BFF club member, Brandi, picked me up in her new-to-her 91′ Civic. Personally, I thought she was crazy for getting a car but with the amount of stuff I had to manage, I was blessing the decision. Not that I brought a lot of stuff with me to begin with.
The biggest pain was transporting my Power Mac. I carried it on the plane and hauled that heavy ’sumbitch around ORD and LGA. Clearly a need has presented itself to transition to a laptop in the form of a Macbook or Macbook Pro, naturally. Which one, I do not know at this point.
I arrived to my new home (for now) on Manhattan’s Upper East Side - 73rd between 1st and 2nd. Relatively speaking, it is a well-kept, pretty no-frills neighborhood with plenty of restaurants, bars and grocery stores to keep me occupied. I’m 4 street blocks and 2 avenue blocks away from the 6 subway - my main mode of trainsportation for the time being.
Commuting to work in Chelsea will take 35-40 minutes door to door. This maybe a travesty to most Manhattan’ers but coming from a 50+ minute commute in Chicago, I am going to enjoy the shorter trip.
Brandi and Betsy had made fantastic preparations in advance for my arrival. I am in debt to them both as they have made my transition infinitely smoother. Now begins the daunting task of securing a more permanent residence - the most difficult facet of living in New York City…
I was just listening to The Beastie Boys - Crawlspace
