Two weeks ago, I moved to New York. I’m thrilled to be working for the Children’s Radio Foundation again, this time from the US.
This is the view from the roof of my apartment building in Williamsburg.
I know. I moved from Portland to Echo Park to Williamsburg. What can I say? Hipsters know how to run a neighborhood.
My apartment is lovely (and walking distance from a coffeeshop that sells Stumptown), and my roommates are kind, creative and clean. The roommate trifecta. I found them on craigslist. The internet gods have been good to me once again. One of them is a photographer. If you’re getting married any time soon, you should check out her work.
Before I came for a quick visit in early October, I had only been to NYC one other time in my life–in middle school. Being here now, I’ve got no clue why I didn’t come sooner. But at the same time, I also think it’s because of other experiences and other places I’ve lived that New York feels so right for right now. I love not having a car. I love having friends here from McKinney, Davidson and USC. I love making new friends, especially the guy at the deli down the street who looks like he walked off an extras casting call for the Sopranos and makes a sandwich with an ungodly amount of cured meats and cheeses. The cold I’m not crazy about, but I’m slowly remembering how to layer.
Next up? Finding a yoga studio. I’ve been to a couple in the area (reviews to come, hopefully), but haven’t quite found one I’m crazy about yet. Suggestions welcome.
As a bonus to you for clicking through, here’s a video of the Avett Brothers performing “I and Love and You” with the Brooklyn Philharmonic.