That's right, I live in The City.
And by The City I mean the same City from Sex and The City. Also You've Got Mail. And Coming to America.
I officially live in the Financial District of New York City, the same Financial District that houses Wall Street and the New York Stock Exchange. Maybe you've heard of them?
For all intents and purposes, I live in New Amsterdam--what used to be the center of the world. Before people took planes and trains and automobiles, they sailed into the seaports of Southern NYC with the hopes of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
After seeing Lady Liberty in all her oxidized and rather zaftig glory (no disrespect), people from all over the place went through Ellis Island to become Americans.
Americans who could live freely and pursue happiness, as well as create things like The Clapper, the ChiaPet, and the Snuggie.
My apartment is too nice for me, but that's ok, so are most of my friends.
My commute is literally 40 minutes shorter now, which means I have no excuse to keep gaining weight and not exercise.
And best of all: I now have my very own FREEDOM.
For those who remember my NYC stint from last summer, you may recall my excitement over the prospect of eating ice cream for dinner in my underwear and being able to watch pornos with the door open.
Almost none of that ever happened, but still, options are beautiful, and I have them again!
