First weekend..

The American dream was soon shattered when I arrived on 240 East 27th Str (Mid-town NY for you first-timers) ascended 20 floors in an elevator and had my first taste of corporate housing.  Bright blue wall, brown sofa, IKEA wood... that "safe" yet sort of mass produced, impersonal feel and I could only imagine that every other apartment this company owns is decorated in exactly the same way. So this is the happy little cage where I am going to be passing my days. Goody!

The cage abaondoned, we headed for the great outdoors and spent much of the weekend walking the streets of New York, soaking in every bit of the life around us and sampling some of the finest junk food America has to offer.

We were invited out on Saturday night for drinks and there was even promise of having some of our very own New Yorker friends (who are all actually Australians working here that grew up with Steve in Melbourne). By Sunday night, in a haze of jet-lag and hangover, I was convinced that I could spend an eternity in this city alone and never feel bored or lonely.

By 8am Monday morning, once Steve had vanished to 11 Madison Ave and I was left staring at the blue corporate wall, alone, my thoughts were of another nature altogether. I was being swept about in a wave of panic. What the hell was I thinking agreeing to come to NYC alone (in  reality) for 7 weeks??? I needed a plan of action, a strategy, a modus operandi, if you will, to keep my mind stimulated enough ultimately, to  PREVENT the decay of my cerebrum. And so, with this urgent matter at the forefront of my grey matter, I decided to  make another cup of tea, get back into bed and worry about it the next day.