A few hours ago I landed in New York and it was a breath of fresh air. Cold air but fresh nonetheless. Landing, I felt like I was back at joke and there's only a few places I feel that way. Other than my actual home, Los Angeles, San Francisco would be the other location I consider home or feel really comfortable in.
I should've packed warmer. I think for what I have now, I'm good but a scarf or an extra pair of long johns and I'd be toasty and lovely.
My trip just got started and it's looking like all business and little pleasure which I'm fine with. Anything other than journalism is a vacation for me at this moment. Tomorrow is looking like a hectic day as there may be an extra gig I picked up along with the wedding I'm scheduled to do. Plus there are the little things like fulfilling the requests of friends to perform and do for them while I'm out here so we'll see how it pans out.
Currently 2am here and 11pm in LA and I oddly tired. Rest will play a big role this weekend but I'm oddly rejuvenated. It's really exciting being here and I hope to bring some of that back when I leave on Monday...