Dance, nails. dance.

or so I think.

Last night I went to Soho House with Ben, Michael, and Ruth. Before we actually went up, Ruth and I walked around the area, and although I have been there a bunch before I decided last night I need to live within a 5 block radius of the 14th and 8th street stop. That means Chelsea or West Village.

But then again, last week I discovered Tribeca (west of Broadway) and really liked that area.

And the week before that I thought Murray Hill might be a good fit.

Seven days prior to that, I thought Chelsea (towards 6th ave) was where I wanted to be.

Once upon a time I never wanted to leave Los Angeles.

Boy am I a mess.