Hall Full.

The shower water was not of high pressure and was warm for 30 second increments. Problems number one two and three. 

My showers are my solace. 

They wake me up. They keep me rolling. They are necessary on all accounts. 

Especially in a city that is so dirty. 

A layer of grime (that I will call soot, to continue my disillusion of how dirty this city can actually be) covers you like a blanket. 

But not to be alarmed! 

After 6 days of no hot water, whatsoever, I was clearly hard-lessened into appreciating what little hot water I had prior. 

My hot water shut off three days into my move to Brooklyn.  Surprisingly enough, I waited patiently. 

Six days and one shower later...
(guilty) I have hot, steaming water that flows as fast as the nile. 

Thank you repair man, Gil. 

Moral of the story: One day you're bathing with the Pharaohs, the other, you're thirsty with the thieves. LOL I've had a drink. But be thankful children. Let the Nile flow and be thankful for everything-especially something as fortunate as constant hot, clean water. 

The second moral (yes, there are two) is that the universe delivers. 
I didn't falter in optimism when I found out my shower water was lukewarm and my winter showers ahead will be taken in the pain of absolute freezing. The universe took what I had and tested me even more. No shower during the first week in a city where I am meeting people to make an impression? Awesome...but what's a kid to do?

I didn't take the bait. 

SO...hot water for everyone! Ask and receive...but be patient. 

Everything always comes at the right moment anyway. 
Ends speech. 

Beginners Luck

Finally settled in. I'm starting to like this place. 

Everywhere a view. 

Parks within reach. 

Finding the hidden food gems.

Friends are always in town. 

There is always something to do with these friends. 

You never know where you'll end up. 

 Or what time you'll end up. 

But on days off you can sleep in and brunch and beverages are available accordingly. 

And work isn't always bad. 

I mean, your feet hurt. 

And work is...work. 

But work is life and 

life is to be lived. 

Can I get an amen?

-MDB

New Car Smell

So. 

I've been in New York for a little over a week now. And the typical battles have been fought.

 My feet hurt. I'm broke. My phone died today. Twice. 

I'm exhausted. I'm stressed. I'm broke. 

There are so many things about this city that can be changed. Add some benches. Put in some outlets. Get the people some wifi underground. Sweep the damn streets. 

Did I mention I'm broke?

No. New York is not the greatest city on Earth. But the energy is like nowhere else. 

The ambition. The dreams. The positive thinking. (from numbers unprecedented) 

The freedom of doing anything, at anytime, whenever your feet decide to take you there. 

This all makes a thick cloud of energy that ignites the air with electricity that cannot be seen. The air is full of it. It's that and the general hum of the city that numbs you a little bit because of how much everything is moving and making noise. 

Every second, your mind wonders, "what next?" What circus will pass me on the street next? What parade of foreign beauty will grace my eyes with their wonders? What am I doing tonight?
These infinite options keep the fire burning and keep your dreams changing...
keep your senses and talents adapting. 

This energy is so powerful and thick and massive because millions of people 

are each making their own energy and their own noise. 

And the light can be seen from space. (It's true, google it.)

Im tired. But everyday this energy pushes me. Nowhere else but this city provides that. 

And that is why I moved here. Can I get an amen?

-MDB

Portraits of my Peeps

I have some beautiful friends. I can't get my lenses off them. 

 -MDB