Lessons in NY: Part 1

Oh boy! i say that as i sigh and lean back in the chair, gently caressing my ever growing forehead.... so we're here...it's hot...and i'm learning alot. Unfortunately i'm not learning much spanish yet, but Tammy and i are looking in to the Rosetta Stone program but that's a lot of money for our current budget =) and that's something that's amazing, how God continually provides for us. now that makes me sigh in relief...

so the move from my eyes, i won't retell all the stuff Tammy already informed you about, but i will tell of things i have learned from the 16 hour uhaul ride with my buddy Steve...

First on the line is thank God for Moms who over supply you for your supposed 12 hour ride. My mom was kind enough to give us 2 big thermoses of coffee that i'm not sure even made it past Virginia...that and cookies, and napkins, and fruit, and peanuts (those went fast too), and hand sanitizer and chap stick and on and on and on in my mom's maternal fashion. There was so much that this one gets 2 numbers.












Third, thank God for Magellan GPS.










Fourth, Don't trust Magellan GPS too much or it will end you up being pulled over by NYPD for having a truck on the freeway...



Fifth, Argue the ticket.

Sixth, Consider seriously before deciding to make the last 3 hours of the trip, they sometimes turn into six on a dead stand still on the interstate, which leads me to my next lesson.



Seven, Whatever you do never assume...that there will be no traffic on the New Jersey Turnpike at midnight on a Sunday, because you may wind up sitting 10 minutes from your destination (according to Magellan) for 3 hours in bumper to bumper traffic coming into the City.

Eight, I learned that Walter is very gracious but not much of a conversationalist at 2 in the morning when we finally arrived at his house to spend the night.

Nine, Victoria (Walter's wife) isn't a big fan of ferrets.



Ten, the kids (Sophia and Luciano) are =).






Eleven, Studio apartments are smaller than they look on the internet.



Twelve, We have two friends that must really love us or have no sense whatsoever in them for spending 3 homeless days with us and then help us move into a 3rd floor walk up.





Thirteen (and i promise the list is coming to an end soon), get to know the locals, they help you move when you're trying to be tough and not let anyone know how tired you really are.



Fourteen, you never really know how much stuff you have until you've tried to fit it into a NY apartment.



Fifteen, Bookshelves make great pantry's and places to store your pots.





Sixteen, Despite what Angel my NY real estate friend tells me, you really can fit a king sized bed into a NY apartment...so there!


Seventeen, next time...use a moving company.



Eighteen and finally, you can make anywhere feel like home with enough love and help from friends and family.....






Next time lessons from one month in NY and an update on what i really do here, because i'm sure you all want to know...we didn't just move here for the coffee...although that is a good reason to consider it.....Peace.




Jonathan +)