Tonight I am moving into my new apartment.
New York is amazing and scary and weird and confusing and overwhelming at the same time.
I love it and hate it and am really glad I’m here and I miss home more than anything. And my family. And Phil. Especially Phil.
I’m so tired. I feel like I haven’t had a single break. Skating through Central Park, visiting the apartment, going to the South Street Seasomethingorother, walking around Times Square/Midtown/Central Park, moving tonight, Mets game tomorrow night. And NASCAR on Sunday!
Work is pretty good. Apparently my boss thinks I’m good, at least so far.
I miss you all.