So i was just looking at a job opening in Ronkonkoma, Long Island. It seems like a good position, I may apply for it.
But Ronkonkoma is waaaaaaaaaaay EAST on Long Island and I’m waaaaaaaaaaay WEST (Brooklyn is on the western-most tip of Long Island.)
So the commute could be an hour and a half by car. Each way.
My friend “Big Mike” used to do that exact commute in reverse, from Ronkonkoma to Brooklyn. And I wad thinking about Big Mike.
When all of a sudden I get a text. Yep… from BIG MIKE!!!
Something completely random about him knowing about an apartment in Brooklyn and if I knew of anyone looking to let him know.
HOLY CRAP! That was frickin BIZARRE. I think I have psychic powers after that one.
Talk about EEEEEEEEEEEERIIIIIIIIIE
And yes, I realize that I could, in theory, move to closer in Long Island. I don’t own the place I’m living in. It would be a huge change from Brooklyn.
But sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.