New digs.

The end of August came, I moved to New York City. I started a haphazard life. I moved to this new apartment, and good things started happening.

Maybe it's because I started going to church again, or maybe it's because I've been clawing and flailing every day, every hour, and eventually was bound to hit something.

Or maybe it was some combination.

Either way, you should see my rooftop view. I got off field research early today, and took a book up on the roof, took a deep breath and:


Yurtle the Turtle would break burst shell ...

Needless to say, I am in a good place. After living with up to nine others in a house, I realized I need a lot of roommates, well, in FACTORY LOFT CONVERSION, I am set, with four other rooms in my five-bedroom frankenapartment.


A glance inside.

The five bedrooms are stacked off to the left of the main space, like a small adobe village inside a massive shoebox. With really high ceilings. And a projector. And a chalkboard.

Yeah, we're bohemian -- or something.