On July 1st or August 1st of this year, depending on how things go, I will be moving into an apartment in a co-op building in the Kew Gardens area of Queens, G-d willing. It has been nearly a year since I moved back from Seattle and this is only the first apartment in which I am actually going to be not just temporarily dwelling.
It was nearly two months ago that I moved to Seattle. This is the first move I have made across the country and it has been the first move I have made without my worldly possessions being carted around in a car, rented U-haul truck, or an SUV. Besides Jerusalem, which was less of a move than a temporary stay so that I could get some serious Jewish education, this has been the farthest I have lived away from my parents. It has thus far been quite the interesting transition.
After about six months of being in Monsey, New York I am back in my favorite city in the world, New York, New York. I’ve set some serious goals for myself and have, as my friend Joe would say, a “plan of attack.” I tried to leave once more, but this is one city that just doesn’t want to let me go. I don’t want to let it go, either, I suppose you could say.