It's been awhile

How quickly the city life takes you over... It's been about two weeks now since I've put finger to key and while I've done many things, none of it has been all that new or exciting. Don't get me wrong, I am thoroughly enjoying my time here and the job is fantastic. I have taken in a few more of the local pubs, Rudy's on 45th and 9th Ave is fun...make sure to take a photo with the pink pig out front. Oh, and don't forget about your free hot dog with each drink. Mostly, I've hung out at work, putting in about 12 hours a day. I think the gray and 60's with rain 50% of the time is hampering my scouting efforts. I was spoiled the first couple weeks I was here with 70's and sunny weather. I look forward to the return of the sun.

If you've read this blog from the beginning you know that my wife and I are separating. Now, what's happening between us is between us and I will not use this as a forum to vent about the pending happenings. We get along very well and I wouldn't want to jeopardize that for shock or entertainment value. However, I do feel that as I push off into the vast ocean that is New York City, sharing my future endeavors is acceptable. Provided I'm not keeping an online tally, comprenda?

I've been here 5 weeks now and have started dipping my toe in the dating pool. The water's been warm so far; however, I have yet to get in waist deep. In fact, to continue this childish analogy, I feel like a toddler that is seeing a pool for the first time. My inclination is to run up to the edge and jump in, let the water engulf me. Yet as I reach the lip, I suddenly halt, realizing that this foreign substance may be harmful. And that's where you find me now, on the second step, slowly adjusting to the water. Meeting people and getting along with people has always been easy for me, so I feel comfortable on this step. I've met some very interesting people so far and look forward to seeing them again and meeting others. I just hope they are patient with me as I'm not quite ready to take off my water wings.

I am eagerly awaiting this weekend as the sun seems like it will come out to play. Three days off and a full schedule. Full of nothing. I anticipate spending a majority of the daylight hours in the park. Central Park is beautiful. I have fancied morning jogs there recently. It's amazing that you can step off the train, walk roughly 3 football fields and forget that you are in the middle of one of the world's largest cities. The trees are so tall and laced with leaves, the nearby high rises are nearly invisible. People are out walking their dogs, picinicing, running, walking, roller blading, unicycling, you name it, people are doing it. My 4 mile run has taken me through only half the park, possibly even less. And that's only the perimeter. Who knows what's inside that I'm not seeing as I streak by (maybe streak isn't an accurate word, but I am the writer, I get to take liberties). Point being, if you want to find me this weekend, start at Central Park.

And so it goes...