Well folks, today marks the first day in the 30 ( + or - 1) day countdown to my NYC move. Last night I didn't get much sleep. Sure you might blame that on the fact that Kev and I stayed up until 4am (NYC time - I use that because it sounds much more tiring than 1am LA time) chatting about work and things. However, even after we got off the phone so the poor boy could get some sleep before his meetings tomorrow, I stayed awake thinking about everything that I have to do to prepare myself for this move. Seriously, just thinking about packing all my underwear in a small enough box had me on edge. How am I gonna get all this stuff in my car!?

Growing up I was never really one to freak out when it came to prioritizing or multitasking. I remember one particular occasion when I came home from school with a big to-do list. I was running for class Vice President (5th grade people, don't worry too much) with my classmate Mark Harrel, and I was swamped with tasks and began to freak out. My mother calmed me and just said, "One step at a time. You'll get through it." I still use this mantra today and I do my best to just tackle one thing at a time and move forward. Of course, I also inherited her ADD so I tackle a few things at a time.

Anyway, I remember coming home during high school and working on big projects or studying for a huge test. A few times I'd be up until 2-3am ( a late time for someone who tried to get to bed by 8:30 - I know I was a dork - don't remind me). Mom would come in to the kitchen and I'd be quietly working. "What are you doing up?" she'd ask. "Just taking it one step at a time."

Anyway, one step at a time for this New York move. I mean come on, it's not really that big of a deal. But it would be fun to document and perhaps get my mind off of the overall craziness that is my huge to-do-list. I won't bog you down too much with the in's and out's of work at iFly but I'm going to try to write each day for the next month.

So let's start with yesterday. Yesterday I worked on the family video I've been producing. I'm compiling a bunch of home videos as a gift for my family. I'm having the best time going through all the old footage and watching my brother and I progress through our childhood. The greatest moment from last night had to be the clip from Easter. I was a pretty boring child. I didn't react very much to surprises or get very excited at much at all - something I've tried to work on as I get older. However, this particular Easter I flipped out at the sight of a tiny white stuffed rabbit hiding in my closet. I can't tell you why something so simple had me jumping for joy as if Bill Gates himself came over to hand me a 10 million dollar check, but it did. My brother, however, was not so happy as he quickly convinced himself that I had received a gift, but the Easter Bunny had managed to forget about him. He began to cry as I lectured, "Now Michael, does it make any sense that the Easter Bunny would bring me something and not you? NO! Now start using your head and look for yours!" I clearly tried to give him as many hints as I could that the darn thing was inside the other closet, but somehow he didn't seem to catch on. Eventually he opened the adjacent closet and found a stuffed Nija Turtle awaiting his arrival. Being typical Michael he then completely outshined my excited moment buy spinning circles on the ground and screaming "Oh thank god... ...oh thank god...the Easter Bunny does love me...oh thank god!!" Thats my brother :)

Tomorrow I'll fill you in on the experience of babysitting for complete strangers tonight - my attempt to make as much extra cash before heading to the money pit that is the big apple, plus you may hear my rants and raves about the six, yes six, people that are currently living in my apartment - yup, another money saving attempt on our part. Yikes.