This weekend I started the process of moving again. This is my third move within the eight months I've been in the city and the first time without enlisting any of my family members. We rented the U-Haul Friday and began the arduous task of loading around 5pm. Eight hours later we were exhausted and achy, feeling like we'd been through something of a marathon.
One of the fantastic men who aided us in this process commented that experiences like these were elemental of New York life, and I suppose life in general. I'll look back in the coming months and years and remember (fondly and thankfully, I hope) that "one time when I was holding pots and pans outside a Village apartment at 1:30 in the morning".
With this move comes a whole new area of New York I've yet to explore, a new culture I'm going to enjoy learning about, and a new community that I'm hoping to embrace and come to love.
In other news, I'm now on Twitter! I know it's long overdue, but I finally gave in. So, if you're there, find & follow me!
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