and here i am.

settling into paradise city, where the grass is greener and the girls are pretty. and by pretty, i mean they are the prettiest damn girls i have ever seen in my life. there are gorgeous creatures adorning every corner, draping loveliness all over stoops and sidewalks, and oozing beauty, like slugs, as they parade down the avenues. of course, there's a lot of ugly too, which balances it all out quite nicely.

i guess there's just a lot of everything here. people people and more people. faces, places, spaces and races. all crammed into a mess of urban. my apartment is a tiny little shoe box, nestled in the back of a large cupboard of a building. it is dim and vaguely dirty, but still quite endearing. pre-war high ceilings and shiny old wood floors and plenty of room for all my art. and oh, there will be stories. there already are. the smell of incense from the himalayan gift shop downstairs wafts through the stairwell, as i hike up the four flights it takes to reach my apartment. my super is a crazy little man named freddy who wheezes. my neighbor has some sort of pet bird that squawks rather constantly. it is quite an experience, oh yes.

and the location, the location - i can walk everywhere. well, everywhere that's within walking distance. which is a lot. i can walk to work. i can walk to stores. i can walk up to union square or down to the williamsburg bridge. to the library down the street. to coffeeshops and eateries and everything in between.

i might just walk myself into oblivion here. and i can't wait.