Hello World

Hello World

So, my wife left me.

8:00 AM.

I wake up with a minor hangover after having had a wonderful night out in NYC, first at Village Vanguard seeing Brad Mehldau Quintet.

Then walked to Cellar Dog to see Miki Yamanaka for her late 11PM set.

The previous night hung out at a friend’s place in Williamsburg, the first time I’d done that with someone who wasn’t my wife’s friend.

Then just one night later, I’d been allowed to go out without the dog, as my wife was on doggy-sitting duty, so I went to see some live music.

I’d struggled a little for a few weeks in NYC, having a very socially active wife (combined personal social life, and work social life), and me, only having arrived in NYC 2 months earlier, still in the process of finding my footing.

But the previous two days were GREAT days. I had motivation, I did the things I needed to do. I’d been for a run on the Wednesday at lunch time. Wife picked up dog from day care on Thursday while I was in line at the Village Vanguard.

Got home after having a wonderful night. I actually felt very proud of myself, having started the process of me finding myself in this city.

6 hours later, I wake up. My wife says “Can we talk?”

me: “Of course! what’s up?”

Wife: “it’s over”

My life was suddenly turned upside down. I begged. I explained that I only needed another month to get myself on track, knowing she’d been worried about me not finding myself.

The worst moment of my life.