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lagilmanIn all the chaos and contests yesterday, I almost forgot...
Three years ago I officially took residence of this apartment, having hauled self, felines, and books back "home" from my two year stay in Connecticut.
[nice place, Connecticut, but not where I felt comfortable staying, long-term. It's very...suburban. Even in New Haven]
I blogged about the two year point. Now I am at three. I've renewed old friendships and made new, renovated a kitchen and a bathroom, begun a new relationship, written umpity books (nine? Ten?) and discovered that yes, I was right: New York City is home.
Mind you, I'm still a roamer. Give me half an excuse and I'll be off on a wander. But New York lets me go and welcomes me home, and never once gets jealous when I fall in love with other cities. And when I am here, she gives me her energy, her creativity, her craziness and her crankiness. And I love it all.
Yeah, even the snow*.
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*Meanwhile, the American Midwest is getting slammed with the hot style of this winter (shitloads of snow), Mount Shinmoe in Japan is erupting, and Queensland is braced for Yasi. Our current dose of icestorm is not even worth whimpering over, really.
I am hoping like hell the folk down in Queensland learned the lessons from Katrina and got the HELL out when evacuation was suggested, but human nature ever seems to be "I can withstand a little storm." Dude, no, you can't. You can replace things, you can't replace you. Get. Out.
Three years ago I officially took residence of this apartment, having hauled self, felines, and books back "home" from my two year stay in Connecticut.
[nice place, Connecticut, but not where I felt comfortable staying, long-term. It's very...suburban. Even in New Haven]
I blogged about the two year point. Now I am at three. I've renewed old friendships and made new, renovated a kitchen and a bathroom, begun a new relationship, written umpity books (nine? Ten?) and discovered that yes, I was right: New York City is home.
Mind you, I'm still a roamer. Give me half an excuse and I'll be off on a wander. But New York lets me go and welcomes me home, and never once gets jealous when I fall in love with other cities. And when I am here, she gives me her energy, her creativity, her craziness and her crankiness. And I love it all.
Yeah, even the snow*.
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*Meanwhile, the American Midwest is getting slammed with the hot style of this winter (shitloads of snow), Mount Shinmoe in Japan is erupting, and Queensland is braced for Yasi. Our current dose of icestorm is not even worth whimpering over, really.
I am hoping like hell the folk down in Queensland learned the lessons from Katrina and got the HELL out when evacuation was suggested, but human nature ever seems to be "I can withstand a little storm." Dude, no, you can't. You can replace things, you can't replace you. Get. Out.
