This photo of my cat Wilson, looking out the window in the undiscovered Brooklyn street is probably fitting of my experience so far. Everything is new. There is so much to see. So much to explore.It is a bit unreal to think I have lived in New York City for a week already—seems as if I was just lifted up by a tornado and dropped over here. There has been no time to rest, but there's no rest for the wicked. The last week in Seattle was hectic. My parents, aunt and uncle came to help me move the rest of my stuff. Knowing me, I did not finish packing until the night before I flew out.The FlightThe flight to New York City itself was probably the most stressful part for me. One reason...the cat. This was the first time I've flown with my cat Wilson. He is VERY loud and I was extremely concerned about him handling the flight. I gave him some sedation pills and he was such a good sport. He slept the entire time on the plane, including takeoff. The most difficult part was taking Wilson out of the bag and carrying him through the TSA x-ray, which is a requirement. I was afraid he was going to flip out, scratch my face and take off running. Again, he was such a good sport about it. Big ups to TSA for being so cooperative too. They held the line up while I carried Wilson through the x-ray and made sure I had him in the bag before resuming.ArrivalWe landed in Newark, and to my surprise, everyone in New Jersey sounds like...well, what you think everyone in New Jersey would sound like. After 25 minutes, I arrived to my apartment in Brooklyn Heights and was greeted by my roommate Michael and his girlfriend Gabrielle. Yes, this Gabrielle who I met earlier this year. Wilson and I finally made it home, and here is our view.
What I've learned so far:
As much as I love it here in Brooklyn I definitely miss my friends and family in Seattle. The first week was quite the struggle, just getting adjusted. I am getting used to it and feel like this is where I should be.
