a mission statement of sorts

In a few days I will have been living in New York City, Brooklyn specifically, for 3 months. It's weird because I don't feel like I am really here yet--that I am actually living in the Big Freaking Apple. But I am. Living and working. Eating and breathing. Sleeping, dreaming. And stopping at least once every day to marvel at the shear height of the city and say to myself "Damn, I am really here."

Perhaps working is part of the surrealness problem. Not that having a job isn't good--especially in this economy I was lucky to find jobs (yes, plural) so quickly. But overall working adds a very specific structure to your day; giving you a routine to follow. I guess that's why I never liked doing it much. Because let's face it folks unless it's a dance routine I am not fan. At least employment gives me money that puts food in my mouth and a roof over Little Bit's and my head. Despite a few freak outs on my end and one gnarly fall on 28th street its been a positive and smooth transition.

So of course with every major transition like this one comes introspection and analysis of oneself. And of course with introspection and analysis comes at least for some sort of proactive attempt or attempts to make some needed changes.

That is where this blog comes in.

I decided to start blogging as a way to invigorate my creative couch potato of a mind and chronicle my adventures or lack there of in this city. Thus I leave you with this:

My biggest impression of the city so far is it's anonymity. I can be anyone, go anywhere, and pretty much do anything and no one is going to notice or care. Its a very humbling and liberating experience all at once. I guess that's the other reason I am writing--if only for virtual accountability.