I’m under that illusion that moving across the country is the least of my difficulties, now that I’ve moved halfway around the world and can say that I have some major life experiences under my belt. But then it’s 6am and we’ve just landed, I’ve left some part of my luggage at home, and I haven’t eaten since nearly twelve hours ago. And that’s just when I have to start unpacking the room.
I get a little crazy around move-in, it’s true, but the other side of it is that it’s really fantastic to be back in a place that is completely mine. I have a room where I can express all my little wants and desires of personality, where people are supportive and creative and smart, and where regardless of how crazy I get on one day, there will always be another one that is jampacked and ready for the energy I am going to bring to it.
But before I get into a litany of speeches about how I love being back in NYC, I should say that the busy nature of this week is going to make blogging spotty. But fear not! More pictures and more short posts are on their way. For now, I will let you savor.