I’ve spent the last week either hanging out with fellow apprentices and interns here in Louisville, or spending hours creating my new website (which by the way is now officially up and compatible with most modern browsers. If you haven’t seen it already, you can check out here: David Michael Brown). Anything to keep from packing, but that time has come.

Like most good things, the apprenticeship went by fast. But the end is swiftly approaching, and I signed up for a swift kick in the butt when I agreed to move to New York a day after this whole shebang ended. It’s a good move in the long term, but it does mean that I have to immediately come to terms with the fact that I have too much shit. I get one (maybe two) car loads of stuff to store back in Lexington before everything else either gets thrown away or packed into a Budget truck with the possessions of 9 other people.

There’s something to be said for cleaning out the closet though. That’s probably the reason it’s become a metaphor for so much more than garments, and why moving, while fantastically difficult, is great. I’m leaving behind a bed, posters, knick-knacks, clothes, tables, chairs… and I’m moving into a sublet where I’ll probably still be cramped. But I’m moving to a city that from a living perspective is incredibly roomy. And if my quarters ever start to feel tight, at least they have some great parks!

I’m excited. You only get to move to New York for the first time, once.