First things first — thank you so much for being patient with me, my dearest readers. I know I’ve neglected my blog for the past three months because of everything going on in my life. Taping a whole season of a television series was an exhilarating (and educational) experience. Entertainment is a different banana compared to blogging. I really had fun shooting ANTM and I can’t wait to see the episodes for the final cut.

Boxes from Amazon.com in Bryanboy's apartment

In other news, I’ve decided to relocate to New York indefinitely. As much as I love Los Angeles, it’s not really my kind of town. I don’t know how to drive. I also like to drink wine with my meals, thanks very much. God forbid I end up with a DUI the day I get my driver’s license.

It’s fascinating how the past few weeks/months went so fast! I had the option of going back to Los Angeles, or worse, Manila (though I must say I miss my family… a lot), after taping but then I asked myself — what makes sense, after all these years of traveling and working and going to NYC almost every month/every two months? Of course it was a no-brainer! After about fifteen apartment viewings with three brokers, I plonked down what was meant to be my Fall 2012 clothes allowance into my new apartment. I’m finally home where I belong.

Granted, my move was spontaneous and wasn’t planned.

However, I did it like the many millions of people who did it before me — they simply packed their suitcases and moved in a heartbeat.

I had to start from scratch. No joke. I bought everything from furniture and bed linens, towels and shampoo, coffee maker, television and DVD player.

For days, my apartment was empty as hell. It’s still driving me insane. I’ve spent all my life surrounded by stuff — clutter, knick-knacks, flotsam and jetsam… and now I have a 750 square feet-size void to fill. Not an easy task if you ask me.

It also made me realize how I’m able to survive with very little.

Over the past few days:

1. I’ve slept on nothing but a plastic-covered mattress for three days because I had to wait for my bed and my bedsheets to be delivered. Lowest. Point. Of. My. Life. EVER.

2. When my bed arrived, I lifted my super heavy queen-sized mattress spring box and queen-sized Sealy mattress on top of my bed frame. By myself.

3. I assembled two nightstands. By myself.

4. I installed a light bulb to a lamp in spite of my fear of electricity. By myself.

5. I shopped at IKEA and K-Mart. By myself. Don’t judge now. I went to K-mart to buy light bulbs!

6. I went to Macy’s, bought towels and shower curtains, and hung the said shower curtains in my bathroom. By myself.

I cried the first two nights of moving in. I’ll never forget that. I felt so alone and helpless but I soon got over it. Chace Crawford told me he lives a couple of streets down. It was so nice seeing him again. The last time I saw him was in Milan when we had dinner a few months back. I played beer flip cups for the first time ever. Chace and I were on the same time and we won! Sebastian Stan was also there.

Anyway, I’ve been living in my new apartment for a week now and I’m starting to see signs of life. I have two Starck chairs, a bench from Armani Casa, a really comfy bed and two brass Bambi sculptures I got from the Brooklyn Flea Market earlier this afternoon.

What else do I need? The list goes on… a couch, a desk, a coffee table, another chair, maybe a dining table, a chic rug, floor lamps and more table lamps.

A friend of mine who works at Giorgio Armani moved from Milan to New York this March. He told me that he slept on an air mattress for a whole month before he found a bed that he liked. He also told me that it took him about two months before he bought a couch.

A lot of people told me not to rush it — decorating takes a lot of time.

I dunno… I just want a decent place as soon as possible. I want to be able to go inside my home, sit on my couch, put my feet up and tell myself ‘WOW. JUST WOW’.

I don’t know when that’s gonna happen but let me tell you this — independence is such a nice feeling.