Friday, November 26, 2004
This was my first Thanksgiving in New York and my first Thanksgiving away from my family . . . which is a good thing.
It's nice to spend at least one holiday with a family not your own because it allows a welcome break from the politics and the strife and the banalities of the norm. Not that this Thanksgiving was without a touch of stress.
I found myself invited to my mom's good friend's Thanksgiving in Connecticut--to the posh confines of Fairfield County. This meant a) making sure I didn't look like a slob b) making sure I had a suitable thank you gift and c) navigating Grand Central Station in order to find the correct Metro North train.
Trust me. It was hard.
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
As I sipped on my fourth vodka tonic within the dark cavern that is the back lounge at Aroma, more than one person mentioned that I should have an online journal (dare I say blog) to chronicle my forthcoming adventures in New York. Already I had my "Dairy of a Nomad" on Guardian Talk to span the month and a half that I was without permanent residence. So it seemed like a natural progression.
"In the beginning . . ."
Four days shy of my twenty-sixth birthday, I moved from Washington DC to an industrial (ie: slightly dodgy) section of East Williamsburg, Brooklyn. The large draw of this locale, apart from the wonton factory across the street, was the cheap rent and spacious loft. Why would I move from Washington and leave my job of four years to move to a dodgy section of Brooklyn? Good question.
In short, it was time for a change.