Allisonwritings

Don’t hate me for being an unreliable blogger. It’s a good thing, means I’m busy.  And that I have been….I’ve moved!  And it’s a good thing.  Moving – though not in a really big far away kind of way…I moved 25 blocks south of my old apartment, to the East Village, across from Tompkins Square Park.  Known for it’s riots in the 80’s, hoodlum bumming, and drug scoring – oh times have changed.  All you’ll see now are skinny-jean-wearing dads watching their yogi wives doing stretches in the park before hitting up the farmers market on the southwest end of the Square where live music is being played by indie kids and dogs of all shapes and sizes coating the concrete paths and grassy terrain.   It’s nice to look out my window and see this.  Except for the group of men that meet across the street from my apartment at certain points of certain days then walk off together in certain directions is still a little fishy.  Maybe they play mahjong together.  Maybe go fishing on the East River.

Tompkins butts

So Phillipe and I migrated South.  We packed up and shipped off in a yellow cab, belongings following suit in a large moving truck not far behind.  It ain’t easy moving in New York City, and boy am I glad it’s over.  I think Phillipe is too (that’s my cat).