And Larry has presented his resume to multiple firms of the Big Apple, and will patiently await word. And he asks himself, "Larry, what kind of moron moves without first securing a job?" You, my dear friend. You are that moron.
I think Sam and I are settled in. As settled as we can be in the first week. Lucky for me, we planned the move to coincide with the start of his summer music camp. This gives him something to do while his poor father roams the city, begging for work.
I just pray I'm doing the right thing by moving him here.