One Year Later
Holy crap. Today marks the one year anniversary of my move to New York! That’s crazy. I can’t believe it’s been a year, and more than that… I can’t believe everything that’s happened in that time.
If experiences were currency, I think I would’ve joined Warren Buffett on a Forbes list somewhere. My life has been very very good.
Look at this. In the past 365 days, I traveled to all of these places:
- Las Vegas
I saw every one of my best friends. I spent days with my grandparents. I became closer with extended family. I had visitors: my parents, my sister, my aunt and cousin, old friends, new friends, lady friends. I saw more than 50 comedy shows. I performed my first five minutes of standup. I made tons of new friends. I went hiking and camping and skiing. I rode in a convertible with the top down even though it was freezing outside. I drank whiskey on my roof well into the wee hours. I played the hell out of my ukelele. I even rang the closing bell at the New York Stock Exchange.
To my family and friends— thank you for your support, encouragement, love and generosity. Thanks for making me believe in everything. It really has been good— this life. And I am grateful.
What does this next year hold? Delta Sky Priority? Learning French? A PGA Tour card?! Who knows. But the bar has been set. And you sure as hell better expect some adventure.