Friends, this is the tragic story of James the Giant Dresser, who sadly is no longer with us. It’s a very sad tale, so please don’t read if you’re easily upset. First, an intro to James. He was the huge dresser that we bought in September 2015 from a second-hand furniture adoption website. Two men brought…
Hello friends, I just wanted to write and tell you that my apartment in Manhattan is on the ground floor, facing out to the street, and quite often people walk past the window and we make very awkward eye contact.
I’m moving to New York tomorrow. I start with that simple statement because as I write this I’ll keep looking at it and hopefully it’ll finally sink in that it’s actually happening. It’s been months (or what feels like months) of paperwork and documents and visa shenanigans and emails and calls with my HR department to…
My host in New York City led me blindfolded to Times Square. I’d only met Mike that morning so for all I knew he was leading me the opposite direction to some underground prison where he’d do weird things to me involving coleslaw and shoelaces. But thankfully, and perhaps not surprisingly, that didn’t happen. After…
I flew over New York City in a helicopter. I’d like to say it was because Michael Bloomberg owed me a favor after I rescued his dog from being run over by a truck in Brooklyn, but it was actually just because I was so good at not spending my student loan on anything other…