Coffee-stained beginnings

My first time “living” in New York (house-sitting for my cousins) had an interesting beginning.  I initially flew in and stayed one night in Midtown.  Did touristy stuff.  Wanted to get that out of my system, because for the next three weeks, I was going to live in Chelsea like a New Yorker!  At age 52, I would finally be cool! The universe had other … Continue reading Coffee-stained beginnings