People have been asking how things have been going and they’re going pretty well. I’m settling in. I wouldn’t even begin to pretend that I’m a New Yorker or have any good sense of what I’m doing here yet. That’s part of the fun. I get lost on a pretty regular basis because cardinal directions just don’t feel the same. I have very little concept of north, south, east or west and am often convinced they are opposite.

On one particular evening, I wandered around SoHo with a box of free cookies that I picked up from the Schoolhouse Electric fall launch party. The plan was to meet friends at this weird little alley with a mysterious museum where we would see a mystery show that possibly involved a famous car and musicians from David Byrne’s label, Luaka Bop.

So, that’s what I was doing but I had this unwieldy box of cookies and every time I was faced with a choice (left, right, cross the street, whatever) I would take the opposite choice of correct. I would then walk awhile, consult my phone, discover I was moving farther away from my destination, turn around and then do the same thing all over again the next time I came to a fork in the road. After spending about half an hour honing in my destination (this should have been a seven-minute walk) I fumbled the cookie box. Beautiful pastel macarons everywhere. The best chocolate cookies scattered all over the sidewalk. Crumbs and hopes and dreams all over the ground. I walked away quickly, totally disheartened, only to discover I went the wrong way again and had to walk back by the scene of the crime. Fortunately that was my last wrong turn and I was rewarded with an amazing show in a dark alley that really highlighted what makes New York a special place and worth all the work, wrong turns and lost cookies.

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