When does one become settled?

It has been almost one week that we, me and my wife, have been living alone in our new apartment in Brooklyn. With the honeymoon over and no more friends from Europe to entertain, we are in the process of settling down. After spending a luxurious two and a half months traveling and site seeing the bank accounts have finally settled to a more realistic financial stand point of an unemployed couple.

Five months ago I believed by this point in the year I would already be working in my dream job bringing in the big bucks, living the big city life I had always dreamed about since I was a kid. It seems it doesn't always happen as you plan it. As my parents say things come in time and that patience in key.

So I will take my time to settle in, acclimate myself into my beautiful studio apartment and as every New Yorker says, "Do what I gotta' do, ya' know?" Now only if I had a steady Internet connection to search for them and/or enough money to buy the paper. I have to start somewhere don't I.

"New" New Yorker

As a "new" New Yorker I will use this blog to document my experience of returning back home to Gotham. Here I will try to analyse the many plights New Yorkers experience on a daily basis. Writing as candidly as possible (I need to remember my mother is reading). I will walk you through the fascinatiing concrete jungle that is New York while paintinng a vivid literary picture of the colorful environment around me. It's good to be back, now let's find out what's going on.

Coming to America

Within the first two weeks of my return to America I am experiencing mixed emotions about being back in the fast paced, concrete jungle that gave birth to me, the same city I loathed and grew tired of almost 3 and a half years. It was the lack of opportunity that I experienced before leaving and now it is the same reason I return. In England, away for distraction I heard my own voice. I followed it and ironically it brought me full circle. Some say if you make in New York you can make it anywhere. For me I had to leave to get the in depth perspective on a life I wanted while attempting to acquire the necessary traits I believe I require to be a competitive player in the professional working world.

For many, the initial arrival into Gotham City, makes it difficult to focus on your priorities. There is so much going on you forget what it was you came for. Getting over the many distractions that the city has to offer is essential to beginning the process of integration and reassimilation. As of now I'm ahead of the game. An apartment in the process of being renovated the way I want, a wonderful family backing me with support and love and a dynamic woman who has chosen to follow me back home and be apart of this dream.

Before departing I walked down the English coast out towards the sea knowing that I've made the right decision to come back home. A decision that was long over due and only enhanced by the a missed opportunity to extend my visa. Nonetheless I've come to America. The land of opportunity in a time of economic turmoil and teetering unemployment. Despite the times I see a glimpse of success in the horizon. Past the cracks of the quake and over the hills of dilemma I will overcome anything to acheive my goals.

One half of me is anxious to begin my new life by diving into the deep end while the other is experiencing a stomach filled with butterflies that is being caused by the uncertain path before me. I have a lot to gain and nothing to lose. At the moment I have some chips to bargain with and toss in the pot. My strategy is to play conservative in order to stay under the radar. As the game continues my wagers will vary but I will try my best to remain consistent. In the end I promise to come out on top. Cha-ching!

I will use the small amount of money in my pocket to make something out of nothing. Lets see if the American dream is actually possible. This is my story...