it's been just about 6 months since i moved to new york city, and i figured it was about time that i write a post regarding my initial impressions of this urban jungle and my life in it.

this city is inspiring. i find myself constantly inundated with inspiration. the newest indie movie, a hipster's clothing, the homeless man in front of duane reade telling me christmas without jesus is like mother's day without a mother. i have felt doubly inspired to create since moving to new york.

this city is fucking loud as shit.

i am amazed at how easy it is to be surrounded by people here yet still feel alone. this is neither a positive nor a negative, simply an observation.

before living in new york, i would estimate that less than 1% of my waking hours were spent in elevators. in fact, i would venture to say that less than .1% of my waking hours were spent in elevators. it now feels close to 85%. they make me nauseous.

taxis make me nauseous, too.

i never quite understood people who grew up in new york city but had never explored. i now get it. the west side may as well not exist.

sunshine landmark theater. the ifc center. every indie movie. and every director of every indie movie speaking at the first 3 showings. i fucking love this city for its indie movie selection.

there is always fun to be had and always some cool new bar to check out. yet i can't find a great neighborhood bar in murray hill that isn't overpriced, generic and filled with uggs and leggings.

i can get anything delivered at any time of day. this city is paradise for the lazy and nocturnal.

it is unbelievably easy to live here and forget that anywhere else exists.

i absolutely 100% no question about it love living here right now.

and i absolutely 100% no question about it will not, would not, and could not live my whole life here.