All packed up and ready to go

All packed up and ready to go

While it’s been a great 18 months battling tourists to get to my front door, rejecting the same restaurant hecklers each evening and hearing bar crowds just hours before my 7 a.m. shift, today I moved out of Little Italy.

Little Italy was my first home in the city, and it was actually a great neighbourhood to move to – handily near SoHo, work, the Lower East Side and right on the cusp of Chinatown.

Little Italy

Little Italy on a Saturday morning before the tourists descend

The view from my Mulberry Street window as snow starts to fall

The view from my Mulberry Street window as snow starts to fall

But today, with the help of a Man With A Van, I headed 13 blocks north and moved in with my new roommates, Vidhya and Rui. This neighbourhood seems a cracker too, and I can’t wait to check out all the activities/bars/restaurants nearby.

Heading north

Heading north

Heading up Bowery with the Empire State Building in the distance

Heading up Bowery with the Empire State Building in the distance

The only regret about leaving is that I never did figure out which of the 15 restaurants with a ‘World’s Best Cannoli’ sign was actually telling the truth.

Arrivederci Little Italy!

My new home on 9th Street

My new home on 9th Street

Cannot. Face. Unpacking.

Cannot. Face. Unpacking.

My new street

My new street

Then I deserved this

Then I deserved this