I alluded to this in one of my infamous text-message posts last week. I was kind of hesitant in sharing before anything became official, but indications I have received this week have shown me that the letter I received last week is all the "official" notice I need.
(Actually, I suppose it would be more accurate to say that the place I call home is shifting. Semantics.)
I'm getting a studio apartment in another neighborhood in Brooklyn. It's a brand new building with tons of amenities, blah blah blah. Because they're still finishing things up, I'm not really sure when I'm moving in, but it should happen before the end of the year.
I've really been wanting my own place for almost a year now. My roommates now are fantastic, but I find myself getting irritated over typical roommate things that usually just roll off my back. And I'm going to be thirty-one next month. I know that New York is expensive, but I think that at a certain age, a man is just too old to have roommates, you know? I'm very much looking forward to having room in the fridge, having my own space, watching the television when I want, and finding my things in the same place I left them.
The irony of this is that I'm working a ton over the next six months, and I won't be spending a whole lot of time in New York. Furthermore, when I'm on the road, I'm living by myself anyway. It's an opportunity that I couldn't pass up, and I'm very excited!
OK. Off to watch yesterday's PTI and then to the gym.