Once upon a time.
I'm in a good place.
It wavers, and there are still nights I can convince myself that I'm miserable and to prove myself right I sulk. But... sulking doesn't really work when you have kittens who act more like puppies and yell when you're not paying them attention.
I like it here now. Between the theatre scene and (holy shit!) a social life, it's nice.
I read again. And that's... that's just wonderful.
I want to write again, but I don't think my self-esteem is up to the task. Maybe for NaNo this year I'll revisit the one in my head with the empty apartment.
So I go to plays (oh my God more than once every three months). At least two a month at different theatres as long as something I like is playing. And Broadway comes through here. And I can afford the tickets for the first time in my life and I don't have to go without anything for them. That still just blows my mind.
John doesn't really seem to accept that I don't really care about paying for stuff? Which is... annoying, because I want to go see a movie and he's broke and doesn't want to see it in the first place so *of course* I'm planning on paying for it. Yeah, I don't want to pay for everything, but I get that he's not working. I know what it was like, it really wasn't that long ago (6 months?) where I was in pretty much the same position. I seriously am not bothered by the fact that I'm covering 3/4 of NY in December- I want the city, I want Broadway, I want a vacation with him.
Oh New York... I'm scared I'm going to fall in love with it and leave everything. I want that city, I have wanted that city for as long as I can remember.
It wavers, and there are still nights I can convince myself that I'm miserable and to prove myself right I sulk. But... sulking doesn't really work when you have kittens who act more like puppies and yell when you're not paying them attention.
I like it here now. Between the theatre scene and (holy shit!) a social life, it's nice.
I read again. And that's... that's just wonderful.
I want to write again, but I don't think my self-esteem is up to the task. Maybe for NaNo this year I'll revisit the one in my head with the empty apartment.
So I go to plays (oh my God more than once every three months). At least two a month at different theatres as long as something I like is playing. And Broadway comes through here. And I can afford the tickets for the first time in my life and I don't have to go without anything for them. That still just blows my mind.
John doesn't really seem to accept that I don't really care about paying for stuff? Which is... annoying, because I want to go see a movie and he's broke and doesn't want to see it in the first place so *of course* I'm planning on paying for it. Yeah, I don't want to pay for everything, but I get that he's not working. I know what it was like, it really wasn't that long ago (6 months?) where I was in pretty much the same position. I seriously am not bothered by the fact that I'm covering 3/4 of NY in December- I want the city, I want Broadway, I want a vacation with him.
Oh New York... I'm scared I'm going to fall in love with it and leave everything. I want that city, I have wanted that city for as long as I can remember.