Mercurial

I am moving to NY.

It is time. After a long stay here in this town, a situation that was temporary at best, a solution to an immediate problem, I came and stayed for too long a time.
It was an interesting change, from being the star at the place I worked in Colombia to being the ugly duckling at the first place for which I worked. A shocker, I tell you. I had to content with extreme deadlines, an incredible workload, no money, and the constant personal attacks from the owner. I should have gone by the second week there, but there were simply no options. So, suck it up and keep going.
Bad choice, as it turned out. If you are working 90 hours a week, make sure you don't have to drive the company car for 700 miles immediately after that. Bad choice. Even if you remain awake, your reflexes are going to be in the trash, and therein comes a crash.

Snake pit and all, this town has been marvelous, lots of close friends and occasions to perform all my depraved desires, time unrestricted and simply idle while life goes by. My excuse is that I was just getting my energy back.

Suddenly, I realize that I have never lost that energy, that it is probably because I sleep only three or four hours a night that I am tired, and that a proper place, a proper stimulus is more important that the possibility of going to the same bar every night. This place, although lovely with its starry nights and the cicadas in the background, the certainty that I can go everywhere and meet somebody I know, the knowledge of having traveled every street and neighborhood, is nevertheless very limited. It is a place that is easy to love, like a mild mannered grandmother, all kindness and smiles, but strict about staying out late and the work that you do. This town is like that.

And I need another kind of place, the one that has a professional demeanor, one that demands excellence, one that gives me options, and roads, and alternatives. One where people do not jump into assumptions on looking at the color of my skin or national origin. One where the women I date do not worry about me being too ethnic to introduce to their friends, or that understand what I say. One that thrives with possibility and has parks and people and streets full of events and movies and universities so I can flirt with the grads and dance salsa on a good place. One where I can create my own opportunities and expose them to a greater public, and push myself forward with all that I have.

Thus, I am moving to NY.

If you know of anything, place, job etc. please drop me a line. Because my deadline is oh so close.