“Right now it’s pretty crazy, and I don’t know how to stop or slow it down.” –Shawn Mendez, “Never Be Alone”
As I collapse onto my bed in my vintage New York residence, legs dangling off like an orangutan, the teetering streetlight casts a faint glow on my fire escape. Gazing out the window for the first time, I realize the chaos has mostly subsided. Finally I can rest and reflect.
View of my fire escape from my vintage apartment.
When I launched this blog in late June, I told myself I would blog weekly, or even daily, but it’s been two months since my last post, and that is inexcusable. But let’s pause a minute: I’ve been doggedly busy for virtually all of summer. Where to begin?
For starters, I am now officially and—dare I say, permanently—in New York City (a phrase I never thought I’d utter!). It has been a true whirlwind—a cyclone of emotions, a flurry of activity, and I suppose, on some level, I’m now in the denouement of my transition. Tonight is the first night since June that I’ve been able to sit down without having to plan the intricate details of my schedule for the next day, week, or month. I’m here now, and I’m ready for my next adventure, which has already begun.
I fully intend on blogging, retrospectively, about my moving experience, but first I’ll need to upload some pictures. For now, it’s time to slow it down. I’ll just pause and drift silently into the night.
