Back
in July of 2012 I deemed myself restless (psychic or self fulfilling
prophesy?). As I predicted something crazy happened. I put my house on
the market, moved to the Big Apple, and am now sitting in a Starbucks
near my new apartment.
Who knew I actually knew what I was talking about?
As
I’m sure I’m the last 25 year old in the world to figure out - moving
is an interesting spur of emotion. Yes to answer all questions - I am
25 and this if the first move I’ve ever made. It’s strange because
there are so many emotions going on in my head/body right now - I cannot
process any of them. It’s not real yet.
Here
it is January 21 and I’ve been unable to think of any New Year’s
resolutions - probably because this year is going to be the biggest year
of change yet to date in my life. One of my big urges though was to
blog - go figure. So 21 days later, with the move already commenced,
here I am.
I’m
sure I’ll have some funny NY stories and some moments of “holy shit did
I make the right decision”. Or potentially I won’t have another
posting until 5 months down the road. Your guess is as good as mine. But for the time being, I’m
enjoying my teeny tiny itsy bitsy apartment outfitted with an air
mattress.
