Welp, the time has come for my annual tradition (of which I have many). Just as I gave my impressions of Nashville, Seattle and New Orleans, it's time to give Boston it's very own report card. As usual, I must give my caveats about subjective experience and the limits of any person to fully experience … Continue reading Boston: Final Thoughts on Bean Town
With exactly one month until my New York City year begins, 9 years of traveling, moving, working, writing and living are coming to their payoff.
This is the true story of four strangers picked to live in an apartment infested with mice, to find out what happens when people stop being polite and start getting real... real annoyed with said mice.
For 9 years, I have made my way from one U.S. city to the next, making friends, finding work, getting by. Getting old. When I started this project, not a single episode of How I Met Your Mother had aired and Neil Patrick Harris had yet to ascend to the role of everyone's favorite gay man (sorry Anderson Cooper).
Time has come for me to start turning my focus towards my next city, New York. It's also my last city, so who am I kidding, my focus has always been on it.
The most frequent questions I used to get were about how I picked my cities or how I found an apartment or job, or if it were lonely doing what I do. Now, though, with only one city left, the question I get most is, "What's next?"
The year has started to settle.
It was somewhere in the middle of windswept Alabama or Tennessee that I felt the ephiphanic thrill of knowing that briefly - far too briefly - nothing else in my life mattered.