NYC, my new home.

Beautiful, eerie night in NYC.

I've been thinking about an NYC relocation since I left L.A. in August, and now seems like as good a time as any to give it a try. But when I came up for the weekend two weekends ago, I had every intention of going back to South Carolina for, I don't know, at least the rest of January. I'm lucky to have a handful of very good friends who already live here who were gracious enough to let me crash on their couches at the last minute while I looked for a sublet.

Traveling and staying with friends and being unsettled for the past two weeks has, needless to say, been a little trying on the living mindfully front, but I've done my best. I've managed to keep my Meatless Mondays going — even if I was chowing down on pizza. But I've been eating out a lot, which needs to change. Recycling has been a little harder — still trying to figure out exactly what can and cannot be recycled at my new place. And I haven't yet worked up the courage to suggest composting to my brand-new roomies, which just feels strange not to do now that I've been composting since October — I cringe a little every time I go to throw an apple core into the waste basket.

NYC will undoubtedly pose some serious challenges, but there are a few things I'm really excited about:

1. Public transportation and a city built for walking.
2. The Union Square Greenmarket — which runs four days a week!
3. Roof-top farms. Here's one that I want to check out.
4. Proximity to my favorite place on Earth — only three hours by train or bus to Montauk.

Wish me luck!