West - East - Upper West

Hello fellow readers. I have decided to write this blog due to my general inability to keep in good communications with practically everybody, including my closest family. I imagine it's a lack of planning on my part, always having something else to do, or my general dislike of talking on the phone... perhaps a combination of all three. This seems to be the most efficient way to portray my experience to all of you about my whereabouts in the big apple. And for those without internet, I suppose they're just screwed.

It was a long, thoroughly thought out process that led to my decision to move here and take this job in Manhattan. When my life changed rather drastically with my divorce, I made sure to keep my life simple and my finances liquid enough that I could change direction at the drop of a hat. Freedom is a double edged sword my friends... Sure you can do what you want, when you want, how you want, but life can get boring in the comfort zone. This opportunity to manage a relatively young, up and coming store, representing the finest pianos available for purchase, in a town that knows almost no boundaries, and make some nice coin in the process... well, you get the idea. Sometimes you just have to grab life by the balls and say "you are not the boss of me" - of course, being the polite person I am, I just tapped it on the shoulder and said "pardon me, passing through".

Here's my thought process here, and certainly correct me if I am wrong (provided you just keep it to yourself), but I was coasting in life. Coasting at my job, socially coasting, cruising through everything with a general comfortable acceptance that I am fine, life is well, my days are scheduled with a common routine tha... ZZZZzzzzzzzzzzz......ZZZZzzzzz....*snort* .... sorry, drifted off there. As I was saying, coasting was nice, however for me to advance, something needed to change. As you can plainly see, I don't do anything half-assed.

The planning of the move went smoothly enough. The execution, to my amazement, also went exactly as planned. I was able to transition out of my job, sell my junk (including the car), pack my shit (including the 2 cats), and hop on a November 1st thought provoking flight out here. Most of the in flight questions in my brain danced around the same general idea: 'what am I doing?', with the occasional stray such as 'are the cats alive?' and 'what is that god awful smell?'. So far I have answered 2 out of 3, I think the 3rd will take more time.

You will be pleased to know, or perhaps not (depending on your original position in regards to me leaving in the first place), that I have settled in and everything is as I had hoped. So far, at least....

Now some pics:

Windows from my living room

Exposed Brick in living room (Girlfriend not included)

Spiral Staircase to storage loft in bedroom

View of raised platform (dining area) from Kitchen

Night view of my pad from outside