It took ten months, but I’ve found my bearings and the thrashing waters of life have settled.
The winter over-stayed, the spring was nonexistent, and the busy summer scorches through into eternity. With time having its fun, the weeks flew from tomorrows into todays, todays into yesterdays, and all-too-quickly, into last months. I studied the downtown and the midtown, the east side to the west, and the uptown is next to conquer. New York City, 2015, becomes mine. New York City, 2015, resembles the gentrified skyline of my Brooklyn streets: many lows and few high-rises. But as the heat rays start to hint at taking their many-month nap, the new high-rises fill the neighborhood with shadows, and life’s ups start kicking where the sun don’t shine.
Just last month I took a new job. You are now looking at the new Communications Manager at a private school in the Upper West Side. Not just any private school, but a progressive private school. What does that even mean? I don’t know yet, I guess I’ll find out (and I guess I’ll tell you all about it). But, what’s important is that in this crazy world of kicked up dust and pushy streets, I’ve found a place for the specs to settle, I’ve found a balance that shapes everything around me into an uncharacteristic calm. It’s kind of nice.
With this new world I’ve discovered around me, you’ll actually start to notice new attitudes, new works. You’ll notice new initiatives towards expanding my understanding of the educational system and the progressive ideas, you’ll notice new movement now that I have more time for activities at all, and last-but-not-least, you’ll notice a new drive in my delivery.
Watch the two-ten, baby. Keep those two eyes of yours on what my ten fingers are doing. Things are about to get wild in the city.
– Nahuel F.A.