In one month I'm moving to New York City. If you are playing along at home, yes, that would be again.
It was 2010 when I first moved to New York. I took a job there, moved into the midtown neighborhood of Hell's Kitchen, and settled in for life in one of the biggest cities in the world.
There I found myself able to order single cups of coffee or bottles of wine to be delivered to my door without ever leaving the couch. I found myself living one block from the Hudson River, with my closest subway stop being in Times Square. I found out you don't want your closest subway stop to be Times Square. I found myself pretty lonely and adrift in a city of millions. I gained weight. I started smoking. The job didn't pan out. I sometimes spent entire weekends asleep out of sheer depression.
That isn't to say there weren't amazing moments and amazing people. It shouldn't be misunderstood. I had a great time. Sometimes too great. And there is a particular kind of magic in New York. Just walking the streets there lends a certain something to your gait.
But the weather was a nightmare. While I lived in New York there were three blizzards, a hurricane, an earthquake and then there was that god forsaken summer. I grew up in Tennessee, and I didn't know hot like that existed. While I was living there a fashion model passed out from the heat on a subway platform and was killed by an oncoming train. That's how hot it is. All that steel and concrete and all those people...
So, I left. I went back to California. And that's where I met Dominique.
I didn't meet him right away. We only met 15 months ago. But everything's been different -- brighter, funner, fuller -- since then. We're a good pair, a bonded pair. If we were up for adoption the shelter would demand we end up in the same home.
So, that's what we're going to do. We're going to end up in the same home. I probably wouldn't have picked New York, but he did, and he asked me to go with him. And you just don't say no to a guy like him. Not about that.
We're moving to Queens. Astoria, exactly, though we don't have a place rented yet. Hell, I don't even have a job lined up. I'm resigning my position at CBS in September and taking a big chance. Good news is there is lots of work in New York in my field, thank the Lord, so I'm not terribly worried on that front. Fortune favors the bold. I love that quote. I'm counting on it to be true.
I move in thirty days. We move in thirty days. All of us: me, him and the cats. Astoria's a sight different than midtown Manhattan. It's more residential and easy going, but still full of culture and nightlife and fun stuff. I'll admit I was hesitant at first, but I came around. I'm willing to give New York another go. For him I will. And besides, I only experienced a tiny sliver of New York those four plus years ago. I can't let 18 months in Hell's Kitchen dictate how New York will be when it's a different time and a different place. And with my favorite person by my side.
This next month will be a lot of work. Job interviews and movers and packing and brokers and putting two cats on a plane again. Oy vey. But lying right on top of the stress is utter glee. I've found something special in this man, and now I'm going to make a home with him. I'm so excited about what is to come. It's fun to be excited.
It's exhilarating to make a leap this big. I can't wait to see where we land.