I ran around in a blur most of December 5, 2014 finishing packing, shipping boxes and cleaning my home for three years. It took longer then I expected (though I remember to this day having great customer from USPS) to finish all my tasks and as I sat in my Uber on my way to Union Station, I knew there was no way that I would make my train. The next train would mean sitting for two hours in Union Station. I texted two friends who jumped at the chance to have one last beer. At 7:50 I boarded the train and said good bye to Washington, DC.
One year later and I’m loving NYC. Nine days after moving here I went on my first date with an amazing lady who is now the love of my life. One month later I found an apartment where I can step outside and see the freedom narwhal. I’ve been to Yankee Stadium, Grand Central Station and seen Amateur Night at the Apollo. I ate Corn beef at Carnegie Deli and Disco Fries in Jersey. Between museums and theatre, I’m never at a loss for culture.
I’m loving this concrete jungle where dreams are made up. One year in and I can’t wait for the next year to start.