Rule Number One- Move! And I did move on Monday, October 23rd. My mother had spent Sunday evening packing bags with the contents of my newly purchased wardrobe. Meanwhile, I was prepping or as the Brits say revising, for an upcoming test. On Monday morning, my mother drove to an airport in the Midwest (located in a neighboring city). Meanwhile, I dozed in and out of sleep when I was attempting to prep for the damn test. By 14:00 hours (military style), I was on my way to a brand new life.
The city I've moved to is on the east coast of the U.S. but it isn't la citta de Nueva York. I can't do New York F*nkin' City anymore. I'm 35 years old and I want to own the place where I lay my head (eventually). And I know that ain't going to happen in the Big Apple.
I have family in this new place that I'm trying to call home. Mia fratello (my brother in Italian) lives here. And I officially have two friends living in the area. I think I'm pretty well-off. I have a theory that a person needs at least one true friend to survive in the world. It is great when you're blessed with lots of good friends but if you have one person whom you are comfortable calling at 3 in the morning, you have a support system.