the 4th, life before and after
the fourth i finally moved into my apt. i think i simply decided i was going to stay. there are still bugs, but whatever. the super is being good about trying to treat them, and my roomates are good about me sleeping on the futon while we try to kill them.
i set up my closet, unpacked my suitcases, enjoyed being in my home.
the sun fell to the power of rain clouds, and as the night descended, drizzles of rain would seep through the clouds and force us to keep our hibatchi's and sparklers inside and unlit.
but we would not be deterred. we (my housemates, my friends myra and julia, and a smattering of other hipster dorm residents and friends) crowded on the roof of our apt, defying the wind and the chill and the sprinkles. we edged up to the saftey bars, and while a lone musician serenaded us with his wonderful accordian renditions the western sky lit up as the east river was bombarded by fireworks. everywhere we turned, the sky was filled with bursts of light, and for a moment it became ok for all us cool, hip, disinterested kids to giggle and clap (sometimes unironically!) and gasp at the gunpowder in the air.
later, we had a battle of the rooftop fireworks. radek supplied a good battle for our group, but another group won the war by accidentally skidding a firework across the roof at us, instead of in teh sky. it exploded under me and ruined my favorite new dress. incidentally, it also burnt my knee up pretty well, but at the time iw as more ticked about the dress.
i tried to not let it ruin the mood of the time, but i'm not so good at that when i'm genuinely upset. folks wandered out soon after, and i can't blame them. we enjoyed what we had while we had it, but it, too, had to end.
i have one more month to dedicate to america before i can pretend i live in europe. in that month i will stage manage, bartend, teach, model, throw parties and travel across the country. it will be interesting.
now i am home with my family. it smells like home, which smells good even when it doesn't smell "good". i can smell the river and the lake. i can smell the corn growing. i can smell the grass and the trees and the general clean and natural.
i have smiling nieces running to me for kisses and the closest person in the world to sit next to in quiet contemplation. my brother is growing into an amazing man and it is very strange and interesting to watch him move through the world. my father is relaxed and amused by the influx of people that have entered his otherwise quiet life. i think he likes having us here (especially now that we clean up after ourselves)
i want to see my friends. i want to go shopping. i don't know how to do it all, but i'm going to try.
i wish i had more. i keep waiting for something more to happen. i don't know what. i feel so good, i'm waiting for the other shoe, but i think i've been granted another summer. i think this is REALLY why i want to live in the tropics. because the summer is always good.
now, to make another bonfire and firefly memory.
i set up my closet, unpacked my suitcases, enjoyed being in my home.
the sun fell to the power of rain clouds, and as the night descended, drizzles of rain would seep through the clouds and force us to keep our hibatchi's and sparklers inside and unlit.
but we would not be deterred. we (my housemates, my friends myra and julia, and a smattering of other hipster dorm residents and friends) crowded on the roof of our apt, defying the wind and the chill and the sprinkles. we edged up to the saftey bars, and while a lone musician serenaded us with his wonderful accordian renditions the western sky lit up as the east river was bombarded by fireworks. everywhere we turned, the sky was filled with bursts of light, and for a moment it became ok for all us cool, hip, disinterested kids to giggle and clap (sometimes unironically!) and gasp at the gunpowder in the air.
later, we had a battle of the rooftop fireworks. radek supplied a good battle for our group, but another group won the war by accidentally skidding a firework across the roof at us, instead of in teh sky. it exploded under me and ruined my favorite new dress. incidentally, it also burnt my knee up pretty well, but at the time iw as more ticked about the dress.
i tried to not let it ruin the mood of the time, but i'm not so good at that when i'm genuinely upset. folks wandered out soon after, and i can't blame them. we enjoyed what we had while we had it, but it, too, had to end.
i have one more month to dedicate to america before i can pretend i live in europe. in that month i will stage manage, bartend, teach, model, throw parties and travel across the country. it will be interesting.
now i am home with my family. it smells like home, which smells good even when it doesn't smell "good". i can smell the river and the lake. i can smell the corn growing. i can smell the grass and the trees and the general clean and natural.
i have smiling nieces running to me for kisses and the closest person in the world to sit next to in quiet contemplation. my brother is growing into an amazing man and it is very strange and interesting to watch him move through the world. my father is relaxed and amused by the influx of people that have entered his otherwise quiet life. i think he likes having us here (especially now that we clean up after ourselves)
i want to see my friends. i want to go shopping. i don't know how to do it all, but i'm going to try.
i wish i had more. i keep waiting for something more to happen. i don't know what. i feel so good, i'm waiting for the other shoe, but i think i've been granted another summer. i think this is REALLY why i want to live in the tropics. because the summer is always good.
now, to make another bonfire and firefly memory.