Then to New York
Coming to the city, and what I found there.
In 1996 I moved to New York. I was fresh in the workforce, and found a position at a small Internet firm, paid not-enough. A woman I’d dated in college told me she would not want to see me again; I began to chronicle my experiences and publish them to the Web. Whoever I was at that point is lost to me now. I would not do it again, but there I was, full of campus memories and only in the city a year, trying to put things into perspective.
In 1997, my grandfather began a long slide towards death, living in more and more pain as sections of his already ill-heart stopped functioning. I took a textual