wherever you go, there you are
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brandywine28I found an apartment! And -- it exists!
Which, honestly, may be the nicest thing I can say about it right now. Sigh. But that doesn't mean I'm gonna fall back into my mopey teenager schtick, no, sir. Existing is pretty much the most important thing an apartment can do. I know when to shut up and be grateful.
And anyway, it's not a bad find for such short notice. The view's no better than the one I have now, and the bathroom is tiny and...oddly shaped, but there's hella counter space in the kitchen and we all know what that means: I CAN START BAKING AGAIN. And I'm gonna. Oh, yes.
If there's anything to get legitimately surly about, it's the location. It's less than a mile from my current place, but by NYC standards it might as well be in goddamn Siberia. It's just outside the delivery zone for my favorite pizza place! I have to take a bus to get to the F train. A bus! Like some kind of crusty medieval serf! Or I guess I could walk, but it's uphill the whole way and --
I'm sorry, but as an incredibly lazy pedestrian, that is exactly the kind of thing that makes me want to back myself into a corner and hiss.
So. I don't love it. I hate feeling cut off from things. And I know I can always move again in a few months if my surliness levels don't decrease, but that idea's making me feel more tired than relieved at the moment. I really did think my nomadding days were over.
I don't know if I've ever talked about this here, but when I first discovered popslash I was living in a basement in Brooklyn during one of the hottest, grossest summers I can remember. I didn't have A/C, my landlord kept sending his ten year old son to spy on me (???) and I was sweaty, miserable, broke and lonely. (It was more than just the living situation making me that way, but looking back, that's definitely what sticks out most.) And I have this weirdly distinct memory of sitting up all night during a thunderstorm, reading From the Path by Lilysaid. The windows were rattling, the lightning was flashing -- I should have been terrified. (I mean, I really should've been terrified. I was underground. Flooding would've meant bad, bad things for me.) But instead, I was swooning. It kinda ruled.
I wonder what I'll discover this time?
Which, honestly, may be the nicest thing I can say about it right now. Sigh. But that doesn't mean I'm gonna fall back into my mopey teenager schtick, no, sir. Existing is pretty much the most important thing an apartment can do. I know when to shut up and be grateful.
And anyway, it's not a bad find for such short notice. The view's no better than the one I have now, and the bathroom is tiny and...oddly shaped, but there's hella counter space in the kitchen and we all know what that means: I CAN START BAKING AGAIN. And I'm gonna. Oh, yes.
If there's anything to get legitimately surly about, it's the location. It's less than a mile from my current place, but by NYC standards it might as well be in goddamn Siberia. It's just outside the delivery zone for my favorite pizza place! I have to take a bus to get to the F train. A bus! Like some kind of crusty medieval serf! Or I guess I could walk, but it's uphill the whole way and --
I'm sorry, but as an incredibly lazy pedestrian, that is exactly the kind of thing that makes me want to back myself into a corner and hiss.
So. I don't love it. I hate feeling cut off from things. And I know I can always move again in a few months if my surliness levels don't decrease, but that idea's making me feel more tired than relieved at the moment. I really did think my nomadding days were over.
I don't know if I've ever talked about this here, but when I first discovered popslash I was living in a basement in Brooklyn during one of the hottest, grossest summers I can remember. I didn't have A/C, my landlord kept sending his ten year old son to spy on me (???) and I was sweaty, miserable, broke and lonely. (It was more than just the living situation making me that way, but looking back, that's definitely what sticks out most.) And I have this weirdly distinct memory of sitting up all night during a thunderstorm, reading From the Path by Lilysaid. The windows were rattling, the lightning was flashing -- I should have been terrified. (I mean, I really should've been terrified. I was underground. Flooding would've meant bad, bad things for me.) But instead, I was swooning. It kinda ruled.
I wonder what I'll discover this time?
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Date: 2016-02-24 11:12 am (UTC)I had stayed across the state line in New Jersey previous trips and I used to get really sick every time. By process of elimination, I discovered it was from the water. I started buying bottled water on my trips and stopped getting sick. I have to really watch what I eat. Even eating salad (with lettuce and produce washed in the water), I can get sick.
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Date: 2016-02-25 05:05 am (UTC)I'm sorry it made you sick, though. Maybe it was just the shock of something different? I mean, if you're that sensitive?