The Girls Next Door

My new apartment has a lovely little balcony overlooking...the O'Farrell Theatre. Kind of a landmark in this city, with lots of history. Wikipedia it.

Welcome to my new neighborhood. Locally referred to, tenderly, as the Tenderloin. Apparently, living here is somewhat of a right of passage for transplants to the city. It builds character. At least that's what I tell myself as I walk past the dirty old men standing outside the nudie bars around the corner.

My apartment building is a 12 story fortress of concrete, with a 24 hour doorman, laundry and workout facilities, and a sweet roofdeck pool. And my street actually isn't so bad. I feel safe walking around, even late at night. I'm just happy to be settled after the long ordeal of looking for an apartment.

Now I can focus my energy on something new, like getting Fuzz to move out here.

Since I've Been Gone,

I've been doing a lot of wandering.


I finally made it to Coney Island and decided that one day, I will live there. I will eat hot dogs, relax on the beach, and dance on the boardwalk all night long.


I've been people watching.


And after returning from Salt Lake City, added a new subject to my list of top things that fascinate me.

1) Sharks
2) Prisons
3) Eating Disorders
3) Mormons

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The past few weeks have been a busy mixture of emotion and experience. And I can't ever stop smiling.