Home is a base, a starting point, a fixture to which I latch a tether, however temporarily. Like a climber reaching for the next anchor point, I’m always searching for somewhere new to fasten a hold.
Moving to Brooklyn was not easy. In fact, it was by far the hardest apartment search I have ever conducted, far worse than Boston or Chicago. That should have been no surprise, but I was just not clued into how much more difficult it was going to be. We're talking exponential levels of difficulty. Let me tell you all about it.