And now for the next chapter . . .
[ This blog is re-named from Tempest-tossed in Brooklyn. It is hereby re-ignited.]
The move from Brooklyn was almost three months ago.
The move from Brooklyn was almost three months ago.
Juggling all the changes as I settle into yet another new phase of life. (Who needs reincarnation!).
The apartment building is named The Frontenac - not quite as grand as the Chateau Frontenac hotel in Quebec City, Canada, which I have been near and photographed many times - but it has an elevator that mostly works, and a laundry in the basement.
Click on images to enlarge.
Instead of an entire house shared with 5 roommates, I have transitioned to a one bedroom apartment shared with a partner-in-life. Adjustment: smooth. Things work beautifully.
It may take another year just to get things organized and completely put away - so photos of chaos will remain limited.
There is the living room wall, comfortably clustered with my artwork.
Soon after moving in,
we were seriously into the process of preparing to leave for Burning Man 2012. Upon returning, it seemed that much of September was spent in getting our feet back on the ground after that amazing
journey of the body and mind.
What was it like? Well, here is somebody's excellent video. And then there are my photos and more photos.
With 10-6pm workdays ~ and NYC outside the front door, always beckoning to adventures ~ household chores slide down the list quite often.
My place of work on the Upper East Side is reached by bus now - a transportation method I've never really enjoyed, being afflicted with serious motion-sickness (rocking chair, no thanks!).
The ride is much shorter also, so I am having to find additional occasions for the book reading that my one hour subway commute from Brooklyn had provided.
Central Park is just two blocks away - on the corner of which I wait for the bus every morning.
The Cathedral of St. John the Divine a 20 minute walk away - you can see it's backside hovering high above the street.
Instead of an entire house shared with 5 roommates, I have transitioned to a one bedroom apartment shared with a partner-in-life. Adjustment: smooth. Things work beautifully.
It may take another year just to get things organized and completely put away - so photos of chaos will remain limited.
There is the living room wall, comfortably clustered with my artwork.
What was it like? Well, here is somebody's excellent video. And then there are my photos and more photos.
With 10-6pm workdays ~ and NYC outside the front door, always beckoning to adventures ~ household chores slide down the list quite often.
My place of work on the Upper East Side is reached by bus now - a transportation method I've never really enjoyed, being afflicted with serious motion-sickness (rocking chair, no thanks!).
The ride is much shorter also, so I am having to find additional occasions for the book reading that my one hour subway commute from Brooklyn had provided.
Central Park is just two blocks away - on the corner of which I wait for the bus every morning.
The Cathedral of St. John the Divine a 20 minute walk away - you can see it's backside hovering high above the street.
Onward!
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