Writings by a younger, less handsome man who shares my name

Next week, I’m moving from Philadelphia to the world’s second greatest city, and also a place where I hear the apples are pretty good.

Yes, New York City. It’s not because of a new startup or a job or anything like that. I’m moving for a more personal reason: because my muse is there. Literally, she lives in New York. And in the more literary sense, my muse is there too. My imagination lights up in New York. I’m drawn to create there.

I’m not surprised to feel this way. I’ve been in Philly for five years now. It’s been an amazing run, and I’ve felt as inspired as I could have felt anywhere. I’ve never called a place home before. Now this place will always be home.

Five years later, I’m comfortable here, and it’s time to be uncomfortable again. Read more…