Everday I tease myself with the idea of moving to NYC. For the last two years it’s been a dream. Then I got a job in San Francisco. And I do love it here, it’s just that; dude, it’s New York. I kinda laid off the dream for a bit but now I am back on it and I cannot get it out of my head. It’s just that it’s so doable.
On a real level, I can find a job, an apartment and move to the East after Kate and I get married. I’m not making any promises but I do know I will make even just a slight effort to get myself over there and let the chips fall as they may. Perhaps when I feel like it, I’ll start getting in contact with studios there. But it’s not a dream anymore, it’s a possibility.
To make the idea even more enticing, Jun plans on moving there at the end of summer, around the same time as my old neighbor and close friend from Milpitas. I’m sure Paul would follow too. I’d live it up in Brooklyn. Live in NYC for at least two years, and get go after my graduate degree without having to pay out-of-state. Ahhh. Now that’s dreaming.