I recently mused that if I carried on complaining about things in New York / America I’d earn myself a Grumpy Old Man badge, and then had a friend tell me that I sound frustrated or angry all the time.
Whilst it’s fair to say that a healthy percentage of my content has been more critical in tone, I feel it would be remiss of me to not point out the following (some would say obvious) fact: moving countries is hard work.
This blog was always intended to cover the trials and tribulations involved in uprooting ones entire life and moving it three and a half thousand miles across the ocean and, guess what, there are many vexatious things about a country in which you haven’t spent your entire life!
If I bitch about the banks being shit, it’s because they are, and it’s an important point to raise when a lot of things here rely on being able to send and receive money without too much hassle in the middle.
When I complain about IKEA constantly fucking up, it’s because they did and, when you’re creating a house with your partner with nothing but a couple of suitcases of clothes, not getting your furniture on time is massively inconvenient.
You could argue that trains not running to time, and phone-obsessed idiots on the street aren’t relevant to the overall theme of ‘moving countries’, but they are nevertheless observations of my surroundings and, quite frankly, I pay for this site so I can write about whatever the bloody hell I feel like :-).
I won’t be writing about a lot of the stuff that currently does mean that I’m happy where I am because, quite frankly, it’s more personal than I’m willing to share. Cast your eyes over to the right, where you will see my Instagram feed. If you really do want to see what I’m getting up to and how happy or otherwise I seem to be, that’s where you’ll find it. Friends and family have picked up the phone already to find out what’s been going on, and I’m always happy to chat!
The reality is, we haven’t really been up to much, which I believe I’ve alluded to in other posts. I’ve been here for just over three months. The first month was spent on a boat and living out of suitcases. The second month was spent literally buying and building furniture, along with all the other assorted bits and pieces that you need when starting from the proverbial Square One.
It’s only in the last four or five weeks that things have started to approach what I would call ‘normality’ and even that has involved a Thanksgiving holiday, a load of homesickness, and a lot of busy time at work. We’ve barely scratched the surface on the town we live in, let alone New York City itself. There will be a lot more to come in the future, but I challenge anybody to move to another part of the world and setup house without running into a series of logistical challenges that test even the most patient among you.
I’ll keep writing, and I’ll keep venting when I need to and, if you don’t like it, then you can f…ocus on the images on my Instagram feed instead 😉