Return to Life
Thursday, July 28, 2005
Howdy ho, good neighbors! Glad to be back in the world of cyberspace after a month of respite. More stories from my absence to come, but in a nutshell I spent almost 2 weeks being a lush on a boat in the Lake District of Michigan and a long weekend here in NYC with Anne (though part of my mind is certain that it was gone too quickly to be real and cannot be convinced otherwise), and have since been busy with lots of random acts of life. Most of which are annoying, so I'll get those out of the way before I reminisce about lanquid days on the lake with my future husband and the joys of Harry, Charlie, and Heath, interdispersed with the heavenly bed (I'd talk about it now but it tends to make me dreamy and sleepy).
First of all, I think I'm actually going to get a job. My days of bumming are over, and August 1st marks my red-letter day. Interviews need to be more intense, prospects start multiplying.. Sigh. And I was so getting used to sitting around at home, traipsing off to interview after interview, coercing my charachters into doing what I wanted them to do and not what they wanted to do (and losing most of those battles. Characters can be downright bossy). So, yea for a job. At least it's better than seeing Mark again and again. I'm beginning to not like Mark.
Second, I've been in a post-Anne in NY funk. Not that I didn't want her here, which I did, or wish it could have been longer, which I do, but it makes such a sharp contrast to the friends I have here that it makes me want to cry. Or slap someone. Or both. Similtaneously. It magnifies their faults when I have something so much better to compare it to. It's much easier to forget them when you are used to them being selfish and immature, harsh and insecure. Anyway, I reiterate my wish for Cupertino to mysteriously vanish off the west coast and reappear in the shadow of the Brooklyn Bridge. Replacing Williamsburg and all the damn hipsters.
My third complaint is an offshoot of my second--my friends Sam and Autumn are moving. To Washington Heights. This makes me irrationally angry. Because for one, WH sucks, and I can't imagine that they are going to be comfortable living there if they claim to be uncomfortable in Bushwick. Also, it takes 45 minutes on the train from 157th street to Union Square. That makes the train trip from me to them over an hour. Not the 7 minute walk it is now, and by no means a spur of the moment let's-hang-out distance. Plus, there isn't anything around them that they like to do. No museums, parks, movie theatres, book stores, etc. At least none that they would walk into. There is a whole slew of things that irk me about this move on top of these, but my number one reason is that I basically moved to Bushwick to be near them. I don't have many friends out here and when I looked to move I realized I wouldn't be able to afford living in Manhattan unless I lived in Harlem (like WH). ANd I didn't want to move by friends in Queens or the Bronx, so i looked near them. And it has been nice living so close--easy to coordinate going out, just hanging out, getting someone to watch the cats, and stumbling home. Nice and easy. Now they are moving to an apartment that is a 2+ hour roundtrip. And while I like my neighborhood fine, if I wasn't going to live by them, I would have moved to Brooklyn where there are theaters and parks and more than one train. Pffth. Grrr Arrgh.
So, now that I've got some of my rants out of the way, I promise more on the fun stories from my time away.
Fucking Washington Heights.
First of all, I think I'm actually going to get a job. My days of bumming are over, and August 1st marks my red-letter day. Interviews need to be more intense, prospects start multiplying.. Sigh. And I was so getting used to sitting around at home, traipsing off to interview after interview, coercing my charachters into doing what I wanted them to do and not what they wanted to do (and losing most of those battles. Characters can be downright bossy). So, yea for a job. At least it's better than seeing Mark again and again. I'm beginning to not like Mark.
Second, I've been in a post-Anne in NY funk. Not that I didn't want her here, which I did, or wish it could have been longer, which I do, but it makes such a sharp contrast to the friends I have here that it makes me want to cry. Or slap someone. Or both. Similtaneously. It magnifies their faults when I have something so much better to compare it to. It's much easier to forget them when you are used to them being selfish and immature, harsh and insecure. Anyway, I reiterate my wish for Cupertino to mysteriously vanish off the west coast and reappear in the shadow of the Brooklyn Bridge. Replacing Williamsburg and all the damn hipsters.
My third complaint is an offshoot of my second--my friends Sam and Autumn are moving. To Washington Heights. This makes me irrationally angry. Because for one, WH sucks, and I can't imagine that they are going to be comfortable living there if they claim to be uncomfortable in Bushwick. Also, it takes 45 minutes on the train from 157th street to Union Square. That makes the train trip from me to them over an hour. Not the 7 minute walk it is now, and by no means a spur of the moment let's-hang-out distance. Plus, there isn't anything around them that they like to do. No museums, parks, movie theatres, book stores, etc. At least none that they would walk into. There is a whole slew of things that irk me about this move on top of these, but my number one reason is that I basically moved to Bushwick to be near them. I don't have many friends out here and when I looked to move I realized I wouldn't be able to afford living in Manhattan unless I lived in Harlem (like WH). ANd I didn't want to move by friends in Queens or the Bronx, so i looked near them. And it has been nice living so close--easy to coordinate going out, just hanging out, getting someone to watch the cats, and stumbling home. Nice and easy. Now they are moving to an apartment that is a 2+ hour roundtrip. And while I like my neighborhood fine, if I wasn't going to live by them, I would have moved to Brooklyn where there are theaters and parks and more than one train. Pffth. Grrr Arrgh.
So, now that I've got some of my rants out of the way, I promise more on the fun stories from my time away.
Fucking Washington Heights.
