The experience of moving to New York has been wonderful.  I had an itch that needed to be scratched, so I packed up everything and ventured north to New York - all I knew that was here waiting, was an awesome apartment and some great friends.  No job and no prospect of a job was scary but I know something will come, because I have faith.  And since I have been here I've explored some, bought plenty and ate on some more pounds.  But, I don't care about the pounds, I'm having fun! 

 

And since I’m not working, it gave me the chance to move my stuff into my apartment on June 10th, go back to Maryland for a few days on June 11th - then travel up and down the eastern seaboard with my little brother for a couple of weeks, spend time with family, be jerked around by Time Warner for four days, interview with a company, actually sleep in my apartment for a week, see "Batman Begins", learn that there is no such thing as a discount matinee price in Manhattan (that I know of at least), go to the most awesome wedding, meet a celebrity (he may disagree he is a celebrity but to me he is) and top it all off, I received a tour from a goddess, of our alma-mater. 

 

In regards to the post title "Scratching the dreadlocks" I was going to get into to it but I can't now, "Queer as Folk" is on, so more on this will have to come later.