Me, “Hey there, my name’s Verge and I’m looking to move on Monday. Can you give me an estimate?”
Potential mover, “sure thing pal, when are you moving?”
Potential mover, “I’m sorry, can I call you right back?”
I hate moving with the fiery passion of a thousand suns. But that’s the way life goes, always getting in the way of creativity.
After fifteen minutes of waiting for potential mover to call back I started calling other moving companies, actually scratch that, I called one other moving company and the guy on the other side of the line sounded really pleased to hear from a potential costumer.
Later, potential mover calls back, he says;
“So you wanna to move huh, where are you moving to? Buddy”
Me; “I’m sorry, I already hired somebody else to do the job. Thanks anyway.”
“Yeah sure no problem…”
And just like that I said goodbye to Manhattan and said Hello! to Crooklyn (Crooklyn a 1994 semi-autobiographical film co-written and directed by Spike Lee—thanks Wikipedia—plus is the affectionate nickname I use when referring to one of New York’s toughest neighborhoods.)
Brooklyn is a different world (It seems that way to Me.) dig this: No Starbucks, Duane Reade, or even a Dunking Donuts for miles where I live now. No yuppies, no hipsters, no dreaded gentrifiers—and I fucking love it. (Okay I kinda miss Dunking Donuts.)
Remember I said I hate moving? Well here’s the thing; the moola I’ve been saving for the purpose of hiring an editor is gone, which means it’ll take a while for me to publish the short novel I’ve been working on for some time now. But do not despair my friends because it will get done. In the meantime I’ll be working on other material I’ve been wrestling with prior to my move to Crooklyn.
That’s it, that’s what I’ve been up to these days, New Year, new home, new challenges.
Happy and Prosperous New Year my friends!