My chiropractor told me not to be stoic today. Of course, the back pain is still here. And he told me basically what I suspected he might. Which is basically exercise more. Not that I didn't know that already.

Well, I'm hardly stoic. But I am experiencing some major anxiety about potentially moving to NYC. I talked to someone on the phone today about a room for rent. He's in the coast guard. He was stationed out here for a few months, and says that NYC is much more hostile than out here. On the one hand, if I have one more stranger talk to me like they're my grandmother or best friend, I'll scream. But on the other hand, it's hard enough meeting new poeple. Maybe the hostility will be easier to overcome than the fake friendliness out here.

On the other hand (too many hands) maybe I'm deluding myself into thinking that NYC is a combination of "Related" and "Sex and the City." I think it might work out though. But maybe I should just take my time in getting out there. Maybe I should slow down a little. Go visit in a couple weeks. Take a look around. Make sure it doesn't intimidate me too much. (Is that even possible?) Make sure I could potentially feel the sense of "home" there, the one that's so hard to find.

And maybe whether I like it or not, a few years there couldn't do me any harm. After all, it's where the work is. And I should be somewhere where I can get a job that's not shit. Somewhere where I can find employment that will lead to something better than what I've got here.

And maybe I should work on that stoicism a bit.