The Starting of a Blog

I have been poised to write this blog for sometime. For whatever reasons various peices of life aligned to keep me from it, and to focus the few moments I have for writing on other stories and other subjects. My wife and I have been in the city for 6 months now, half a year of eating and walking and observing on the upper west side. I can't say that I will ever be at ease here, but there is an unspoken beauty about the city. It's a subtle feeling that you overlook at first, overpowered by constant changing thoughts of "Oh my God what am I doing here?" and "I think I just saw Some Minor Celebrity!" The feeling builds inside and then one day I am walking through the park discussing the finer points of navigating Times Square tourist and panhandler obstacles. (Shuffle your feet!) And I've thought maybe I should write something about this crazy culture we are experiencing. I don't know if it needs stating here but I enjoy writing, at least in the free wheeling write whatever I feel like and it matters not if it makes sense or reads well manner. Someday I have hopes of writing something others might find worthy of reading or dare I dream it publishing. As I type this between glances over my shoulder at work to ensure I am not caught out, I know those dreams are far away. For now I can't pass up the opportunity to write about these experiences feeling out the city, however terrible my prose may be. I don't want to look back and remember with the heavy haze of years passed what it was like to live as a stranger in a strange land. So I have my challenge for this space, to record all the drama and going ons and what have yous of living in Gotham, and the experiences that come with it. And hopefully in taking up this challenge I will free the my inner novelist. I guess we'll find out.