Settling in

Hi mom.

Probably a few other people check up on this every now and then, but you´re my follower and I made something for you.


I like my new place a lot.  I have cool roommates and a killer bedroom.  And most excellently, my hour long commute to work is whittled down to a brilliant two minute trek down 181st street passed a handful of people I´m used to seeing everyday.  There´s Alex, the shoe and leather repair guy, Popeye the locksmith (though he is mildly sailor-mannish), Gina the dry cleaner, Sara the hairdresser, (this particular Dominican hair parlor is is the only one with a French name.  It´s called "Le Haircut."), and finally a handful of really nice and laid-back people I´m now used to spending my days with at City Drug Pharmacy.  Sometimes it all feels a little too Mr Rogers´ to be true. 

Sure, it´s not the ideal job I envisioned myself going with after college, but it´s no stress and it pays the bills.  And I feel pretty cozy there now.  I have a couple of students now who I tutor in various levels of math and English, ranging from first to eleventh grade levels.

I´m building a desk this week out of things I´ve found, which I think is pretty cool.  And I´m a handful of minor purchases away from having all I need to tailor my room into a workspace to finish recording the songs I´ve written in NYC.  I don´t have any plans for the music, I just like exploring with it.

On that note, one of my new roommates is also a musician.  He plays the sax- Dad you´d dig the way he plays- also he plays the flute, and he sings from time to time. We mad this in lieu of photos.  We had fun:=) I hope you like it.



I´m still waiting to hear from the Fellows Program- and in about 3 weeks I´ll be in the threshold of time they said they needed to reply with an answer.  I still feel it went well, but I put in the back of my mind.

That pretty much covers the crucial updates.  I´m trying to scrimp and save to go to MJ´s wedding.  I think it´ll work out fine.  It always does with the fam.  Oh yea- I need stuff for my walls.  If anyone has something they could send me let me know... in a blank white room, anything would be better than nothing.

Much love,
Michael Out.