Change gon’ come..

New York City was one of  my first real loves. It happened 8 years ago. I was smitten the moment I got into the cab to Brooklyn from JFK airport. That first trip I did all the obligatory tourist visits (Emipre State Building, Liberty Island, Museum of Natural History, St Patrick’s Cathedral, Rockefeller Center, Times Square, Broadway to watch the musical Rent, have a frozen hot chocolate at Serendipity, eat a hot dog at Nathan’s in Coney Island, buy fake purses from the back of a store on Canal Street etc etc etc) but I also partook in doing things off the beaten tourist path (Go on my self mapped tour of consignment and boutique shops to satiate my retail needs, attend a concert for a live taping of Good Morning America at Bryant Park for Robin Thicke at 6AM on a weekday, marvel at the beauty of the Brooklyn Botanical garden, fall asleep on a green park bench in central park to a guy playing the saxophone in the mid afternoon, watch Common hump a random girl at SummerStage after Joss Stone opened the concert, wander through the most beautiful library I’ve ever been to, order from a Halal cart out front of a club I spent hours drinking the night away in then precede to convince a cab driver to drive me all the way back to Brooklyn from Mid town Manhattan, hit up underground jazz clubs because I was in the company of people in the know, steal a couple steins from a beer garden, talk to the crazy lady who muttered to herself out front of the Brownstone she resided in about how her neighborhood quickly was becoming gentrified…) Everything about New York drew me in. It pulled at my heart strings and elicited a kind of excitement and admiration that nothing had before. I do have other favorite cities. If you know me I’m sure it’s come up in conversation before. Chicago is one, Paris and Prague are others and most recently Chiang Mai in Thailand made the cut. But New York is different. In New York you really feel alive. There a sort of vibrancy that pulses through your veins while in The City that will leave you wanting more.

Since then I’ve been back to visit numerous times. Each time exploring the city in a different way but the feelings of awe and longing remained to be true. Recently I made the very impulsive, yet long time coming, decision to move to New york. And since then I’ve had a “New York” playlist running through my mind. We’re talkin’ “New York, New York”, “Empire State of Mind”, “No Sleep til Brooklyn”, “New York State of Mind”, “Give My Regards to Broadway”, even “6th Avenue Heartache” among countless others. Right now, as I write the first post to what will undoubtedly be an amazing blog (let’s hope I keep it up, for your sake. whoever “your” is) our (mine and Huxley’s. duh. The blog is called lil’ pup, big city) new adventure has already started to work itself into fruition. My thoughts have been fragmented into To-Do-lists before I leave; outlined below for you in bulletpoint fashion (you tell me what person with even slight OCD doesn’t love bulletpoints. right.)

  • Sell my furniture (damn. I really love my table.) and car (yeah, that sexy ass car I’ve come to be proud of esp after the buyer’s remorse and pretentiousness escaped me. to me it signified that in some way I made it, all on my own. all miss independent hands up in the air type shit)
  • sift through what clothes I want to bring to New York, then do that again about 10 times over to whittle the closet down to Manhattan apartment standards
  • call the Vet to get Huxley medication so he’s knocked out on the flight there and doesn’t embarrass me for being part chihuahua (ugh. i know. chihuahua. huge point of contention for me btw, but I digress, we can discuss that in another post)
  • organize for a garage sale so hoarders can bargain with me until I acquiesce to their relentless griping of not being able to spend that full 2 dollars and instead can only give me $1.50 (fine, you assholes win, now take it and go away)
  • have the garage sale all while getting drunk on mimosas or cheap beer (remember, I’m now on a strict budget so that I can get drunk on the good shit in New York )
  • finish running errands in preparation for my sister’s babyshower that I will very sadly be missing (boo! i won’t be there. but yay! it’s a boy! )
  • and the list goes on and on…

Oh and lest I remind myself of the things I need to do after I move:

  • find an apartment
  • find a job
  • find a dog park for the “lil pup”
  • find new Drs
  • find my new favorite restaurants and bars
  • find a laudrymat if my apt doesn’t end up having washer and dryers in the building
  • find find find….

Lots of things to find. Clearly I’m on a search for something and I’ve convinced myself I will find it in New York, NY.

I’m rambling but this is how my stream of consciousness talks in my mind. I never said I was a writer. I’m starting this blog because in all selfishness I don’t want to become obsolete to the people I’m moving away from that I know and love or the people that have already moved away from me that I know and love (cough cough. Ali. cough cough. Kathy). So if you’re interested you can keep up with this whole me moving from the only place I’ve ever called home to way across the other side of the country business blog of mine. I mean, yes, I re-downloaded Vox to my phone (all thanks to Jan and Mich’s continued vox campaign) and I have been using skype for years (skype handle:leilucero. add me. once I find an apartment I’ll show you how the broke and ambitious live in manhattan, a city of over 1.5 million people. i know. crazy.) but this way we can pretend I’m still around. To mix it up I’ll add some random travel, pics of the lil shit monster most refer to as Huxley, some quotes by some people, probably even some dating antics of weirdos I come across. We shall see what I bless you with. The options are seemingly endless at this point. I don’t promise it will be insightful, inspirational, witty, articulate or even grammatically correct. And the look will probably change. But here it is anyway. Oh, technology and social media. You’re welcome.

Also, did you know people in New York laugh at us when we refer to SF as “the city”. It’s ok because in my head I laugh at them when they call it San Fran. Who’s stupid now??

Right when I started writing this post Sam Cooke’s “A Change Is Gonna Come” popped into my head and has been on repeat. I now feel obligated to share with you the lyrics  below. It became the civil rights anthem in the 60s. Do I need to write the disclaimer that obviously I’m not comparing my move to New York to the civil rights movement? The words are just making me reflect on what’s happening in my life currently. If you needed a disclaimer, there you go, consider it disclaimed.

“A Change Is Gonna Come”

I was born by the river in a little tent
Oh, and just like the river I’ve been running ever since
It’s been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gon’ come, oh yes it will
It’s been too hard living, but I’m afraid to die
Cause I don’t know what’s up there beyond the sky
It’s been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gon’ come, oh yes it will
I go to the movie and I go down town
Somebody keep telling me don’t hang around
Its been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gon’ come, oh yes it will
Then I go to my brother
And I say, “Brother, help me please.”
But he winds up knockin’ me
Back down on my knees
There been times when I thought I couldn’t last for long
But now I think I’m able to carry on
It’s been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gon’ come, oh yes it will
* I apologize for my overuse of “air-quotes” but I hope as you read this you mentally “air-quoted”. and if you didn’t please do so now.
** I also apologize if my writing is difficult to read and offends you and/or you found grammatical errors and you immediately wanted to edit. Actually, I’m not sorry. You’re the one that chose to read it. That’s your bad.
*** BOOM. (aren’t you tired of people that say that?! I am. BOOM. I’m also tired of words and phrases such as selfie, mind blown, nailed it, check out this frozen let it go parody, totes, amazeballs. stop it. just stop)

**** I obviously had to end this with a picture of Huxley in the travel pet carrier. After 2 days of treats  and “good boy’s” to lure him in he’s slightly warming up. No, that’s not a look of fright and uncertainty at all. We’ll be fine.



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