Arrived.

I've arrived. I'm in Manhattan now, supposedly for good. Or as long as "for good" means for me, which could only be construed to be anything over 6 months with my history.

The good news is that I LOVE my apartment. I have a temporary furnished apartment for the time being, which is 2 blocks from Union Square - a really great area to be in the city. I'm a few train stops from my office, and in the middle of everything: a block to the movie theater, mall, walgreens, starbucks, the subway stop, etc etc etc.

The apartment itself is a 1 bedroom place PLUS a loft area, so I have room for visitors. :) Who wants to visit!? And I have a dishwasher, elevator, and a doorman! These are things not often found together in a NYC apartment for less than the price of your soul. I only had to shell out 1/2 my soul for this beauty!

The bad news is that this has been an unbelievably hard week. Like you wouldn't believe. I've spent the last few days visiting clients (which, actually can be classified as a "good news" item), but in the process, my work and email have built up. Ugh. And I miss California. And those that have been close to me. And my apartment. And the beach. And the lack of humidity. And the sunny skies and lack of rain. And the mountains. And my car... No, not really the car. But the rest of it, I miss A LOT. I feel like a pregnant woman. (I'm not!) Up and down, love ny and miss california....

I also met a girl that I didn't expect to like. Oddly, I think I would enjoy having her as a friend, despite the wreck of an occasion that made us meet. It feels strange though... *shrug* Not sure what the right thing here is to do.
I wish all of this was so much easier.