Break the Illusion Blog by Davey Wavey

To be honest, I don’t even know where to start. I suppose the beginning is as good a place as any.

But before I get into my adventures, I just need to say this: New York City is more amazing than I could ever have imagined.

I arrived here yesterday afternoon and spent my first few hours settling in, stocking the fridge, unpacking my s**t and finding a gym. It turns out that gym memberships in New York City are more than most people pay for rent anywhere else. An arm and a leg letter, I found a great – albeit extremely crowded – gym that serves the purpose.

My luck didn’t extend to my dog, Chipotle, who was hard-pressed to find a patch of grass in this concrete jungle (she won’t pee on sidewalks – she’s classy). After asking around, we located a 5 foot by 10 foot square of half-dead grass four blocks from my apartment.

Last night, I met up with another Rhode-Islander-turned-New-Yorker named Matt Maggiacomo (he’s adorable) that works at OurScene TV. We’re going to do a filthy talky blog together, and I couldn’t be more excited.

I didn’t get home from dinner until 11PM, and I wasn’t in bed before midnight. With so much energy and excitement in the city, I found it hard to sleep.

Not surprisingly, I was still up with the sun. And after an amazing workout (I used one of those “endless” swimming pools with a current), I leashed up Chipotle in search of greener pastures. We walked through block after block of business people heading to work (a number of them stopped to pet Chipotle and chat – I’m convinced that New Yorkers are much friendlier than their reputation might imply), and we eventually stumbled into Central Park.

With 26,000 trees and 23 dog parks, Central Park may just be doggie heaven. Chipotle was a bit too nervous to make new friends, but she did do some ass-sniffing and other formalities. Though NYC is undoubtedly fast-paced and hectic, Central Park is the eye of the hurricane. It is calm among the chaos, and it is a welcomed oasis for country bumpkins like me.

We sat on the grass next to a pond, soaking in the paradox around us: Beautiful nature pressed up against massive structures of concrete, glass and steel. What a place.

I think the best part of my trip is knowing that today isn’t going to be a carbon copy of my yesterdays. Our routines – at least in my opinion – do have a certain suffocating characteristic. It’s nice to break free, every now and then.

We grow when we step into the unknown, and it looks like I’ll be doing lots of growing over the next two months.

I really wish you were here to experience the magic.

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