Hey all!
Here is some news that I have been keeping from everyone until I got a chance to talk to my parents.
Kelli and I have made a decision to relocate to NYC. This will probably happen within the next 6 months. First we will need to find a place. Our target areas are the Lower East Side, the East Village, Gramercy Park, or most likely Brooklyn (it's more affordable and just a quick trip by subway to the LES).
We have been spending quite a bit of time there over the past year and a half and have made several strong friendships there. It will offer both of us the opportunity to explore and pursue our ambitions.
We had discussed this a few times, but we came to the decision on Monday while sitting at the corner of Essex and Stanton people watching. After sitting there for a bit I just kind of blurted out, "We definitely belong here". Kelli's response was, "Yes, yes we do." Since then we have been mapping out a strategy to make it happen.
We will still maintain our ownership of our house in Albany. We will rent it out. My mom and dad will maintain it for us. No need to lose the equity and tax benefits of owning a home. (It's awesome being married to an accountant!)
Both of us are trying to arrange transfers through our current employers, but if that can't be done we will be seeking new employment opportunities.
So there you have it, our big secret. And to all of you that had guessed parenthood. That is in our future plans, but not right at this moment. We have discussed it, but my back issues have kind of postponed that. And yes, Kelli is open and willing to being the host. God!!! How antiseptic did that just sound??? I have been trying to clean up my language a bit, I have been accused of dropping too many F-bombs. To all of you that are now snickering, and I know there are a few, here is a three letter acronym for you! GFY!!! LMAO!
More Photos: Monday at the Mercury Lounge to see Gin Wigmore.
Maybe now a poem for all of you. I posted this one a few years ago, but I figured it's time to dust it off again. new poems coming next week.
SUGAR DONUTS ON A SLEEPY SUNDAY
Sugar donuts on a sleepy Sunday arent complete without a triple latte.
For when caffeine and sugar are combined, sleep becomes the last thing on my mind.
The confectionary rush is so intense, while the caffeine jolt is equally immense.
But when these two delights converge, I get a most delicious, energetic surge.
A donut with a cup, opens wide my eyes and then, as if electrified, I rise.
Toothpaste on my hairbrush,
Oops, I cant forget to flush
To the shower I must rush
Rush, rush, rush.
Take the cat out for his walk
Bewildered dogs bark and gawk
Then a minute for the news
Theres no time to just peruse
Reply to email, skip the detail
Zigzag, zigzag, no time to lag
So much to do, so much to do!
Mow the garden, weed the grass
I love it when I move this fast!
Wash the house and paint the car
Neighbors stare like Im bizarre!
I get my chores done in a flash
(for I know that soon Ill crash)
But for now Ill ride this high
Oh my God, my cups run dry!
Yeah, two donut holes remain
How did they ever get that name?
For a moment I do ponder
Then my mind begins to wander
Non-stop flights and boneless wings
Oxymorons, all these things
I gulp the holes in one big bite
To hang onto this rush I fight
Caffeine levels running low
as my body starts to slow
My mind unwinds and clears a bit, then to myself I must admit,
When mixing latte with my donuts, true it is, I morph into a total putz.
Im sleepy and I need to take a nap. All my zip has now been zapped.
The next time I think I want sweet pastry with my latte (though it might be tasty)
I surely will resist, No way, Ill say, to sugar donuts on a sleepy Sunday.
Here is some news that I have been keeping from everyone until I got a chance to talk to my parents.
Kelli and I have made a decision to relocate to NYC. This will probably happen within the next 6 months. First we will need to find a place. Our target areas are the Lower East Side, the East Village, Gramercy Park, or most likely Brooklyn (it's more affordable and just a quick trip by subway to the LES).
We have been spending quite a bit of time there over the past year and a half and have made several strong friendships there. It will offer both of us the opportunity to explore and pursue our ambitions.
We had discussed this a few times, but we came to the decision on Monday while sitting at the corner of Essex and Stanton people watching. After sitting there for a bit I just kind of blurted out, "We definitely belong here". Kelli's response was, "Yes, yes we do." Since then we have been mapping out a strategy to make it happen.
We will still maintain our ownership of our house in Albany. We will rent it out. My mom and dad will maintain it for us. No need to lose the equity and tax benefits of owning a home. (It's awesome being married to an accountant!)
Both of us are trying to arrange transfers through our current employers, but if that can't be done we will be seeking new employment opportunities.
So there you have it, our big secret. And to all of you that had guessed parenthood. That is in our future plans, but not right at this moment. We have discussed it, but my back issues have kind of postponed that. And yes, Kelli is open and willing to being the host. God!!! How antiseptic did that just sound??? I have been trying to clean up my language a bit, I have been accused of dropping too many F-bombs. To all of you that are now snickering, and I know there are a few, here is a three letter acronym for you! GFY!!! LMAO!
More Photos: Monday at the Mercury Lounge to see Gin Wigmore.
Maybe now a poem for all of you. I posted this one a few years ago, but I figured it's time to dust it off again. new poems coming next week.
SUGAR DONUTS ON A SLEEPY SUNDAY
Sugar donuts on a sleepy Sunday arent complete without a triple latte.
For when caffeine and sugar are combined, sleep becomes the last thing on my mind.
The confectionary rush is so intense, while the caffeine jolt is equally immense.
But when these two delights converge, I get a most delicious, energetic surge.
A donut with a cup, opens wide my eyes and then, as if electrified, I rise.
Toothpaste on my hairbrush,
Oops, I cant forget to flush
To the shower I must rush
Rush, rush, rush.
Take the cat out for his walk
Bewildered dogs bark and gawk
Then a minute for the news
Theres no time to just peruse
Reply to email, skip the detail
Zigzag, zigzag, no time to lag
So much to do, so much to do!
Mow the garden, weed the grass
I love it when I move this fast!
Wash the house and paint the car
Neighbors stare like Im bizarre!
I get my chores done in a flash
(for I know that soon Ill crash)
But for now Ill ride this high
Oh my God, my cups run dry!
Yeah, two donut holes remain
How did they ever get that name?
For a moment I do ponder
Then my mind begins to wander
Non-stop flights and boneless wings
Oxymorons, all these things
I gulp the holes in one big bite
To hang onto this rush I fight
Caffeine levels running low
as my body starts to slow
My mind unwinds and clears a bit, then to myself I must admit,
When mixing latte with my donuts, true it is, I morph into a total putz.
Im sleepy and I need to take a nap. All my zip has now been zapped.
The next time I think I want sweet pastry with my latte (though it might be tasty)
I surely will resist, No way, Ill say, to sugar donuts on a sleepy Sunday.
VIEW 10 of 10 COMMENTS
ericwine:
Good luck with the move!
coyotemike:
I want you two to be my NYC tour guides...should I ever actually make it 