New York pizza so close I can taste it

Well the apartment has been locked down, the ticket has been bought and the bags... have not been packed. Nonetheless I am coming to New York city on Wednesday and ready for the experience of a lifetime.

I will be living in the 'fabulous' district of Chelsea, under a block from my office (google maps has it down as a two minute journey on foot) and work starts on Monday. I am filled with emotions ranging from excitement to stone cold fear. I am afraid of the size of the city, of being kept up at night by the pizza place below my new apartment and I am especially scared of Mr. Youth: the hip, young and fast paced agency where I will be interning. My Mr. Youth internship is also exciting me, of course I simply worry about what everyone worries about in a new job, that it will be too much to handle, that I wont get along with my coworkers, that it will be infested by termites, or that the company is simply a front for a massive drug dealing ring. In reality I believe that this agency will be an exciting place to work and I hope I can learn and thrive there. I am excited for the opportunities in the city and at the ad agency, excited for all of the beautiful women, tall buildings and flashing lights; the genuine adrenaline rush one receives from walking through a big city on a calm summer night simply cannot be matched.

I am hoping to be able to spend the rest of this week and the weekend becoming acclimated with the new city, the new apartment and my new roommate, but I know that in a city like New York, that feat cannot be achieved in one week. Despite this, I will be doing my best to explore the city, meet up with my friends and relatives and have as good of a time as I can.

For The Beatles today I've decided to choose a song from when the fab four themselves came to New York City. When The Beatles played Shea Stadium in 1965 it was among one of the largest concert audiences in history. No band had ever played to such a large crowd and their "stadium tour" set the stage for modern touring to this day. I thought that Ticket To Ride which was played in Shea stadium, from the 1965 album 'Help!' seemed to fit perfectly with my move, as well as voicing the apprehension and acceptance of such a move. Anyway, here we go...

"I think I'm gonna be sad,
I think it's today, yeah.
The girl that's driving me mad
Is going away.

She's got a ticket to ri-hide,
She's got a ticket to ri-hi-hide,
She's got a ticket to ride,
But she don't care."