Ok so the first month of living in Financial District has nearly passed (only remembered when I got the rent invoice – haha feels like a lifetime already?). What fresh hell is this?

Very pretty. Here’s a wee snapshot from my apartment window – pleased to say that the neighbours are at least a bit of a distance away which is nice. The windows open, just in case I want to jump – though I do think that the elevator is far more efficient.

Just in case anyone cares – I need a break from work – drives me nuts some days. I think it is high time for a visit to New Zealand to get lots of cases of wine to have under my desk at work.

I have happily taken to drinking wine again – this comes after a one year break to drink cocktails – but sucked on one cocktail, sucked on them all. However not easy to navigate the wine stores here – at a glance the variety seems extensive, but there is also a vast quantity of crap on the shelves. I do give credit to my local wine shop NY Wine Exchange, just around the corner, whose selection seems well thought through – even impressed to see a whole floor to ceiling set of shelves dedicated to NZ and actually filled with NZ wines (unlike many places where the NZ shelves are actually a combination of NZ whites and cheap Australian reds).

Maybe I need to start an Expat community of Kiwis in NY. I think I might be the only one, but hey you only need one person to make a Fan Club.

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Well I have finally survived the move into the depths of the Financial District. I seem to be getting feedback from people that it not the norm to go and get a massage on moving day, followed by cocktails – it was very relaxing way to move – honestly.

I am sad to leave the Village but certainly looking forward to new adventures in another part of Manhattan. I did lack the energy this morning to go find a new Cafe so ended back up in my old haunt of Grounded in the West Village.

You get to see the old maid of New York out in the harbor from the roof-deck, oh and smell salt air when the wind blows on in, oh and I haven’t heard one dump truck from the apartment since my arrival This is a good thing – dump trucks are the bane of my life – killing machines for short people.

Oh, the new discovery from standing on my new roof-deck. Battery Park has a Labyrinth in the middle of it. Need to go find out if it is usable or simply for looks. A usable Labyrinth would be awesome, a beautiful means of meditation.

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