I finally made it to NYC! All in one piece. I can’t lie, I started to panic near the end of my move from LA. I started to second guess my motives, the economy, my ability to stay balleriffic. I have those moments. Just like quitting my stable awesome job in the middle of a recession, I started to doubt moving to NYC in the dead of winter and an even worse economy. Truthfully, I may have just been afraid of the weather. I am allergic to snow, and the thought of arriving to NYC in snow scared me. I am so Californian.
I changed my lil blog layout. Now it reflects my current location. I’ll miss my lil LA layout, but this one will do for now.
Thus far, New York has been a series of icy sidewalks I try not to slip on, and lots of servicemen that need to be tipped. Moving in my new bed resulted in tipping the doorman, the extra doorman, and the delivery man. I mean who wasn’t gettin tipped today? Sheesh. My gallon of water from the grocery store (I don’t think there are any bodegas in my neighborhood) cost $2.00. That’s insane. This isn’t Beverly Hills, it’s Manhattan, they can bring it down a notch, no? I will stop complaining, though. This is what I wanted. I will enjoy and relish in it all. I promise to be thankful for having a goal/dream come true .
Enough rambling. Hello, New York!