New Digs

Hi, I'm Jimmy.

Well it's been over a year since I last (and first) posted on here, but I've decided to start a blog. Errr...restart a blog. I'm mostly doing it for myself, though also for whomever is interested, just to put my thoughts and experiences out on public record, though I will continue to keep my own personal journal for the random drib drab and those super secret and disturbing thoughts I'd prefer to ink in pen and keep in a safe. Hopefully one, or the combination of both, will turn into a book deal one day.

Anyhow, this entry is about my new digs in Charlotte, NC. I've lived in the QC this time for right about a year and some days and finally moved into my own place in a neighborhood I selected for all the right reasons after living in other peoples' homes for I don't know how long. Actually, I do know, and it's been a long time. I love it here, though, and I'm adjusting quite well to living on my own (though the first post-move-in rent check hasn't had to be cut yet and I'm spending like crazy!).

I moved in a week ago and I've already seen a drastic improvement in my quality of life. My back porch sitting has increased exponentially, I am slightly less embarrassed to walk around my apt naked and I've found myself to be exceedingly neater, which seems to be a bit of a anomaly (oxymoron wasn't the right word, was it?) since before I needed to be concerned w/my housemates' needs. Either way, I've swept, vaccuumed and wiped more in the last 7 days than I did in the past 7 months! My sleeping habits and enhanced-water consumption haven't improved much just yet, but I am confident they will as I settle comfortably into my new adobe...I mean, abode.

Since moving in, I've purchased a new putter - which I can now practice with on my non-slick carpets which are about 10 times slower than most Charlotte area greens, but my stroke is pure! - I've taken the Lightrail to Uptown for an NBA game in which the hometown Bobcats defeated a couple Golden State Warriors' Charlotte natives and fan favorites Anthony Morrow and Stephen Curry, and broken into my own apartment after locking myself out on the front porch on opening night. To be fair to myself, I didn't really lock myself out, but the non-secured security bar on my sliding glass door decided to drop into the wrong place during an outdoors visit and it's since been removed. I won't tell how I got back in, but it involved a coathanger and MacGyver intuition.

I'm also excited about having my own place in a cool neighborhood b/c it means I can write more often - this blog, for instance, in addition to my sports articles, screen plays and to-do notes - experience more of the surprisingly diverse culture Charlotte has to offer, listen to my upstairs neighbors "get it on" and, hopefully, bring home more ladies of my own.

Finally, I am looking forward to going home to the great Commonwealth of VA this week to visit friends and family, eat a few home cooked meals and bring home the final pieces of furniture, nick nacks and my family's version of Garfield, aka, Max, to truly make this place home. Does that mean I'm responsible for scooping his litter box everyday now?

Anyhow, I'm also looking forward to blogging more on this page about sports, politics, food, life and whatever I feel like typing and sharing it w/whomever gives a dame...no, that's damn.

Cheers!