Anyone got a case of flux capacitors I can buy cheap?
I have many tabs open in LJ that call out for replies. I will try to get to all of these this weekend. In the meantime, in the interests of establishing this is not an abandoned corner of LJ...
Bearing in mind I still haven't told the story of the last photo, I share this with you first, intrepid LiveJournalers...
What is this I see in West Sayville?
One of the last DeLorean dealers
I lived in West Sayville for seven years. I never put down any roots there though. It was only meant to be temporary. Port Jefferson, where I ended up staying eight years, was supposed to be temporary also. I would have said otherwise, but now that I'm back, I see I didn't really put down any roots here either. It's all very familiar though. It is still as though in some ways, I never left. The biggest change from my perspective has been to the supermarket, which seems altogether different than it used to be. I suspect however, it hasn't really changed all that much.
I am moving again. It will be my fourth location in a year (and a week). This move should again result in an improvement in my living situation and my income. It is two towns east of my current location however. I am now almost as far from Brooklyn as I have ever lived. This time, I need to keep "temporary" to two years or less. I don't want to put down roots out here, I intend to drag my friend out here to Brooklyn with me upon my return. That said, if I were wealthy, I wouldn't mind having a place "out in the country" in Port Jefferson Village. It's not likely to happen though, even if I came into money. The house I was living in before had sold for some insane amount of money, and I'd be surprised if it's lost much value in the recession/bubble-burst. The fond memory of Port Jefferson is really about Billy, which is to say that at this point any small old village in suburbia has about the same charm to me at this point. I think if I had the money, I'd be more likely to get an orchard upstate, beyond suburbia. Something with a porch, and where it gets dark enough at night you can see more than a handful of stars.
Bearing in mind I still haven't told the story of the last photo, I share this with you first, intrepid LiveJournalers...
What is this I see in West Sayville?
One of the last DeLorean dealers
I lived in West Sayville for seven years. I never put down any roots there though. It was only meant to be temporary. Port Jefferson, where I ended up staying eight years, was supposed to be temporary also. I would have said otherwise, but now that I'm back, I see I didn't really put down any roots here either. It's all very familiar though. It is still as though in some ways, I never left. The biggest change from my perspective has been to the supermarket, which seems altogether different than it used to be. I suspect however, it hasn't really changed all that much.
I am moving again. It will be my fourth location in a year (and a week). This move should again result in an improvement in my living situation and my income. It is two towns east of my current location however. I am now almost as far from Brooklyn as I have ever lived. This time, I need to keep "temporary" to two years or less. I don't want to put down roots out here, I intend to drag my friend out here to Brooklyn with me upon my return. That said, if I were wealthy, I wouldn't mind having a place "out in the country" in Port Jefferson Village. It's not likely to happen though, even if I came into money. The house I was living in before had sold for some insane amount of money, and I'd be surprised if it's lost much value in the recession/bubble-burst. The fond memory of Port Jefferson is really about Billy, which is to say that at this point any small old village in suburbia has about the same charm to me at this point. I think if I had the money, I'd be more likely to get an orchard upstate, beyond suburbia. Something with a porch, and where it gets dark enough at night you can see more than a handful of stars.