Last week (because of a premature post) I didn’t tell you about my first Broadway Show (since moving). My friend Chelsea and I went go to see Hedwig & the Angry Inch with Andrew Rannells. He was amazing. It was amazing. I was super bummed that I didn’t get to see Neil Patrick Harris, but this version was pretty incredible! I’ll definitely have to catch NPH in his next Broadway venture.

9.10. Whoa. This week has been about how far my buttons can be pushed. In all honesty, worse things have happened in the world so I don’t feel I should go on and on about my relatively meager issues… I’m fairly certain it wouldn’t be very entertaining to read through anyway.

All in all, I’ve learned that I never -ever- want to move again. I mean it. Maybe if I have all of my things already in one place and just hire some strong folks to carry all of said things up and down stairs it wouldn’t be such a pain in the ass. In my case, I’ve had to order and re-order and order again only to miss the shipment by being at work. Even ordering things from the internet is harder here. Convenience shot out the door when I moved in the first place.

With that said… I’VE MOVED. Hallelujah!!! I have a home. And it is BEAUTIFUL. Once my roomies and I have somewhat settled we’ll be able to fill the apartment in quite nicely. I love decorating almost as much as I love shoes. [Almost] My bedroom should be fairly finished within 2 weeks or so. I’ll be posting pictures of the homey-er version soon.

I took the following photos at night… before writing this post just to get an idea of the space.

Yes, my room is window-less. The only downfall to this scenario. I’m very creative… I’ll make it work.

My neighborhood is as pleasant as it gets. It’s adorable in just about every sense of the word and I’d like to get my camera out and about sooner than later, but for now this picture will suffice.

On another note, until I go get my Brooklyn Library card [WOOOHOOO] I’ve been borrowing bookings from Chelsea. Most of my reading is done on the train.

I don’t recall ever reading this book in school. I came across it on Chelsea’s shelf and went at it. I can’t believe it’s taken me this long… I’m re-reading it for the 3rd time right now. I keep having this feeling every time I’ve finished it that I missed something important.

I know I’ve been saying this quite a bit lately… but I’m determined to get something quality on here sooner than later. Next weekend (September 21st) is the Climate March here in NYC and I’ll definitely be there. Hope to bring you some photos of the events. I’m also going to stop writing the post in one sitting. I’ve always been a 5 drafts kinda gal.

All this week I’ve been carrying around a bunch of this negative energy… mainly because I was exhausted from jumping hoops and getting physically exhausted (Did I mention moving here is no joke?). I’ve had help. A bunch of help from really great friends that I’m not sure I could have survived the past month or so without.

But almost every single day on my way back from work riding of the Manhattan bridge into Brooklyn I’ve had this overwhelming joy fill me up. Every day the trigger was something different. Monday it was the beautiful brunette sitting next to me chatting away in a language I couldn’t begin to pin down the origin. Another day it was the  elderly couple sitting quietly side by side reading the same newspaper. Every single time I could literally feel my spirit lifting.

I feel so lucky.