C-ya, C-train

Yesterday I moved to a new location in Brooklyn, shaving a good half-hour and one train off the commute. My trains are now numbered, not lettered. I’m staying with friends of friends for eight days or so until I leave on vacation. I had a great time with the Pratt/SVA crew on Taaffe, but it’s so much easier to wake up when you can see light through your windows, and hear birds singing. I didn’t realize that waking up without birds in a basement apartment was part of why I’ve felt so sleepy.

It never takes me more than an hour to pack any more.