O.k., I just rattled off a very witty little first entry, only to hit the wrong button and lose the whole thing. It's incredibly appropriate given the fact that I want to use this space to write about the things I've lost while acclimating myself to the City. It's only been a few months since I started coming to the City (late January to St. Paddy's Day) and already I'm missing my first Blogger entry, a cell phone, my leather jacket (retrieved via Continental Airlines and FedEx), a credit card (cancelled and reissued with different number), and probably some other things that I don't even remember now owning.

And money, that's another thing that I feel like I'm losing. What an incredible experience it is to run through the city handing out cash and credit cards as if there is an endless supply of cash and credit to support me forever. This will be a very interesting financial experience, that's for sure. We'll see.

I have given back to the universe several items of material interest in the past few days. It's called taking a box of packed things over to the trash bin rather than even go through the trouble of unpacking the box. Let's just say there were several boxes of things that it was clear I shouldn't have moved. You just never know until you move something how useless it's going to be on the other end. I've plenty of useless crap, but now less of it than before. And who knew I had so much Christmas decor? I could decorate my entire floor, all six apartments, with the stuff I brought. Again, I'm sure it made sense at the time.

Twilight has ended here and the Chrysler Building is all lit up. My favorite building by far, sure, but I do love also having the Empire staring at me. Plenty to do now before the big day tomorrow. I'll post more later, and hopefully it will all detail the fact that I've overcome my obsession with losing things (including myself when I drive) and have become a very focused and unscattered person. How odd that would be.