Last week, I moved from New York to Philadelphia. 🦅
On Tuesday morning, all alone in my empty new apartment (awaiting the arrival of the movers), I gazed out the window toward a fancy hotel across the street. Two men stood in the window of their hotel room, gazing back.
Then one of them turned around, dropped his drawers, and displayed a full moon. 🍑
Honestly? It was precisely the welcome I expected from Philly.
Feels like home already.
My kinda town. Source: Giphy
Despite the chaos of this move, I sincerely thought I would… ya know… have time write this week’s issue of Drunk Business Advice.
I had an excellent Christmas-ish themed newsletter planned. It was on the topic of mistaking a “gift” for an “entitlement” at work. I was planning to riff on a story from (love him or hate him) Ray Dalio, and share a personal tale on this topic.
Anyway — I didn’t have time to write a goddamn thing. Of course. Because I was busy MOVING TO A BRAND NEW CITY. 🤦
I truly believed I could bend logic to not only invent the extra hours that would be required to accomplish such a task, but also divide my headspace between organizing (literally) every possession I own, and crafting ~1,500 words worth reading.
Clearly, this did not happen.
Instead, I will simply wish you the happiest of holidays. May your cider be spiked, my friends. ❤
I’ll be back in your inbox next Sunday with a new original story. I swear. 😬
Cheers! 🍻
-Kristin