Me, Myself, and Three Suitcases…

A recap of my first week living in NYC.

This is the WeWork artwork behind the front desk. I took this pic BTW.

There are a lot of you who are probably pretty excited to read this, 1-week post. I hate to break it to you but this isn’t going to be super exciting. However, I’ll touch on the main points and make it readable.

Three suitcases are too few…

Leading up to my move I had to make some decisions. Of all the material possessions I wanted to bring there was one thing, I wanted most. That was my longboard. The thing was, in no way would I fit it in one of my suitcases, and it’s too big to bring on the plane.

Overall getting everything into three suitcases was quite difficult, but I’ll get my books later.

There’s TSA, and then there’s TSA.

I’ve been through airports enough times to be very comfortable going through TSA, but this time was different. It was different because I wasn’t just going on a trip to visit. I was literally moving my life to another city. A city that for a Wisconsin country boy could be considered a different country.

Going through TSA at CWA was very weird because I couldn’t remember what I had to do, my brain was in a million places, and I probably looked like a deer in the headlights. It was so much because my focus…