We are moving offices today.
I think because we knew this was the eventuality, I’ve always looked at the current space and neighbourhood as temporary.
Transferring each morning at Times Square, to then exit at Grand Central- temporary. Hopping on at Wall Street on other days and hopping off Grand Central- temporary.
Taking the occasional stroll at lunch past the United Nations- temporary.
So I haven’t really established any regular ‘spots’ in the current area- no delis with a fall-back sandwich, no favourite coffee shops where they know my order ( although Grumpys did offer me some early morning solace on occasion).
It’ll be an interesting adventure to now actually establish and commit to the new space and neighbourhood.
Work out the new kid shuttling routines, become accustomed to the new view from the windows, coordinate coffee stops…
While away from ‘home’ this week people asked me what I thought of New York.
How in the hell do you answer that?
It’s awesome. It’s crazy. It’s intense. It’s kinda dirty. It’s a bit overwhelming. It’s inspiring. It’s tiring. And it’s here for us to explore.
And as temporary residents of the city ( for now anyway), I find us trying to strike that balance in becoming woven into the fabric of every day sort of living, while also allowing our curiosity as visitors to explore…

Is it way too naive to seek that balance now just when moving to a brand new city?