On March 1, 2015, I left NYC to become a nomad. On September 1, 2016, I’ll be returning to NYC to stop being a nomad.
Over these 18 months as a nomad, I’ve traveled to all 50 states, 14 countries, and 3 continents. And I’ve spent 114 nights in the city that never sleeps (often times very much sleeping).
Returning to my former home of seven years: was never a foregone conclusion, I anticipated that the allure of warmer weather would draw me to the west coast. But then fate stepped in. And by fate, I mean chance and choice.
During a recent trip: back to the city, I visited: Brady, Ian, and Matt, three fellow OSU / 8th Floor alumni, and friends: who have: hosted me countful times (28 to be exact) while nomadding. They just moved into a four bedroom apartment in Brooklyn with another friend from: comedy, who stayed a whole month before: promptly getting: a writing job in LA.
So, they were in need of a roommate. I was in need of a room. Fate? No, but it sure was convenient.
And that’s basically the reason. I mean, yes, I had already done my research and had narrowed my eventual destination to NYC, SF, or LA, and yes, NYC is a great choice for: professional, comedic, and personal reasons, and no, it has nothing to do with the fact that Chick Fil A is now in the city.
It really comes down to the fact that moving back to NYC means: I don’t have to find an apartment, I don’t have to research a neighborhood, and I don’t have to figure out roommates. Plus I get to live with three hilarious dudes who root for the Buckeyes (both the OSU athletic team and the delicious chocolate / peanut butter treats).
I look forward to eating $1 pizza and $15 milkshakes, seeing beautiful skylines and ugly subway stations, : interacting with passionate people and aggressive jerks, and using efficient grid layouts: and streets that smell like trash in the summer.
All that’s left to do is load up my New York playlist. (And complete the lease paperwork, rent a car, drive to Ohio, remove my stuff from storage, load the car, drive back to New York, unload the car, go to Ikea, buy Lincoln Log-esque furniture, return to the apartment, put it all together, return the car, and take the subway home).
