This week, Monkey and I say sayonara to NYC and konnichiwa to Los Angeles – Santa Monica, to be exact. We are trading freezing winters and icy salted sidewalks for palm trees and warm ocean breezes; reliable public transportation for butt-numbing commutes; an all black wardrobe for…well, an all black wardrobe.
The neighborhood we are moving to is residential, so it’s very quiet. Everyone is fit – it’s near the famous kill-your-glutes-stairs – so it’s a requirement that I get in tip-top shape or be kicked out of the neighborhood for bringing down home prices with my muffin top.
New York is a very special place. I will miss my friends, my coworkers, the leaves turning, the first snow, opera singing buskers in the Columbus Circle station, wild thunder & lightning storms, trips upstate, Naya (best restaurant in NYC, go there), street art, bottomless brunches, my barbershop, and a thousand other things that make this place unique.
Once wifi gets hooked up in the new place, I will be sharing my California adventures with y’all.
This is the last photo I took from my apartment. Love. This. Place.