Sometimes you just have to step back and let the city tell its own stories.
The last day of February means one thing: Six months until I move. That's what this date has meant for most of my adult life. I thought I would be sticking around longer, but it turns out that the siren call of the road is just too enticing. Even New York City couldn't silence it. … Continue reading Six More Months in New York City
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.