I have a week left and I’m ready to go. The people in Manhattan seem to think there is only one place on the planet worth living: Manhattan. DC might be acceptable, but it’ll never measure up to New York. Utah blows their mind. The question is always the same – even in DC, “Are you Mormon?” “No.” It’s clear that I must be crazy. And they had me thinking that too for a bit. What have I done? I have no clue. “You’ll have to drive.” I know. I suggested to one guy that life was about what you take from it. It takes talent and effort to get the most out of it, but it is everywhere. No, he said. It’s all about location. We’ll see.
You should see the cute Victorian I want for $450 a month. $450 a month on a park right. I could walk to work after all. Do you know what that would cost in the East Village? But it’s not the East Village. No. Check out that pic at the top of this page and then talk to me about location. We’ll see.
I’m still worried about my move. Am I going to be able to build a life I want? But it now longer seems clear to me that the city is the place to be. I think New York put me over the edge. It’s a drug and I’m always hungover there. This weekend I’m saying my farewell to DC. It’s been a long affair.
