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After three months in Manhattan and two years in Brooklyn, it’s time to move on to the next borough. My life as a nomad — “18 trash bag moves since high school,” would read my slogan — continues on to Queens. 
John and I are going to take our living-in-sin operation to Astoria, where our brand-new building is still being finished. Our place will have a washer and dryer, a balcony and a dishwasher, which, if you’re a certain type of city dweller, is the revised Holy Grail/American Dream. Our building has a roof deck on top and a beer garden nearby. And, crucially, we won’t go broke to live in relative comfort. I don’t think I’ve been this excited about schlepping all of my stuff to (yet another) part of the city in a long time. 
I made a job switch earlier this year, and I haven’t looked back. I feel the same way about the move from BK to Queens. Yes, Brooklyn has a beautiful, gritty charm, and some parts of that I’ll miss. I enjoy how leafy certain blocks are (including the one around the corner from my Sunset Park apartment, leading up to the park, where I like to lie in the sun). I love Saturdays and Sundays spent brunching with friends in sunny areas of Clinton Hill or Crown Heights. I like the rooftops and the quiet and the $4 iced coffee (no, really, I do). If John had been down with living in Sunset Park another year — he wasn’t, since our commutes to Midtown are an hour — I would’ve been fine with it. 
But … we’re moving! To a neighborhood with a great mix of cultures, amenities and things for us to explore. John is really excited, and that makes me so happy. I want him to love NYC as much as I do. And if a washer and dryer doesn’t work, nothing will. (Just kidding … not really.)

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After three months in Manhattan and two years in Brooklyn, it’s time to move on to the next borough. My life as a nomad — “18 trash bag moves since high school,” would read my slogan — continues on to Queens.

John and I are going to take our living-in-sin operation to Astoria, where our brand-new building is still being finished. Our place will have a washer and dryer, a balcony and a dishwasher, which, if you’re a certain type of city dweller, is the revised Holy Grail/American Dream. Our building has a roof deck on top and a beer garden nearby. And, crucially, we won’t go broke to live in relative comfort. I don’t think I’ve been this excited about schlepping all of my stuff to (yet another) part of the city in a long time.

I made a job switch earlier this year, and I haven’t looked back. I feel the same way about the move from BK to Queens. Yes, Brooklyn has a beautiful, gritty charm, and some parts of that I’ll miss. I enjoy how leafy certain blocks are (including the one around the corner from my Sunset Park apartment, leading up to the park, where I like to lie in the sun). I love Saturdays and Sundays spent brunching with friends in sunny areas of Clinton Hill or Crown Heights. I like the rooftops and the quiet and the $4 iced coffee (no, really, I do). If John had been down with living in Sunset Park another year — he wasn’t, since our commutes to Midtown are an hour — I would’ve been fine with it.

But … we’re moving! To a neighborhood with a great mix of cultures, amenities and things for us to explore. John is really excited, and that makes me so happy. I want him to love NYC as much as I do. And if a washer and dryer doesn’t work, nothing will. (Just kidding … not really.)

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notes from the overnight

i know that i am supposed to complain about it to every living soul i see to reduce the amount of time i maybe have to do it, but i have to say, working the overnight shift is actually sort of wonderful.

first of all and most obviously, it’s quiet. i can do my work in peace and in relative privacy, and the people i work with look like they really enjoy this, too. i am not always the most social of coworkers unless i’m in the Talkative Zone (tm), so it’s kind of nice to not have to feel bad for not knowing how to small talk or joke with people i don’t know. it’s living at the very bottom of the institutional totem pole, but whatever. it feels like actual freedom to do what i want with my work and also think about what else i want to work on. doesn’t happen in the daylight that easily no matter where you are.

i met a cowoker who is from michigan tonight. that was cool, especially because she was a photo intern at the paper i used to work at in elkhart, so we reminisced over how midwesterners fucking love being around bodies of water and eating fried foods (that is everyone, really), and we talked a little bit of shit about ambitious east coasters. why do i do this so often? i can’t help myself. so few things about me are interesting. but i should get an It’s a Small World free pass on this one. what are the odds that we’d both know and love michiana?

i ordered got my first 2 am meal from a hell’s kitchen diner. i don’t know what it is about the tuna salad platter, but it is my culinary siren. stuffed tomatoes at 2 am forever. 

i stand for about four hours of every shift. when i’m about ready to keel over or pass out (4am), i make myself stand and everything is new again. 

so yeah that’s what’s going on with me. happy birthday america from the overnight shift, of something.

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