New York...
So I made it, I moved to Mount Vernon, and have started work at my new job. For the first time in the history of life, I really, really wish it were Monday instead of Friday. Work has taken my mind off of the inevitable lonliness of living somewhere new, but with the weekend, I will have 48 hours of being alone. Anyone who knows me, knows that being alone isn't something I do very well.
My apartment is ok. I have already killed a roach. The jury is still out on my roommate, but she's away until Monday night, so that isn't something on the forefront of my mind. I went out on a date with a really, really awesome guy, but since I know absolutely zero about dating, I don't know when it is acceptable to call. I did leave him a message this afternoon, so hopefully we can do something to kill a few hours tomorrow or Sunday. It isn't even so much that I really really like him (which I do) but more that I really hope to find some company this weekend, and the only person I can really 100 percent depend on for that has gone away until Monday night.
It's the little things that I miss. The sound of crickets has been replaced by speeding cars and the hum of my air conditioner as my soundtrack for bed. I haven't heard anyone drop an "r" in over a week. My Sox hat is the only Sox logo that I have seen in the last six days. I saw red clam chowder. Most of all, I miss the comfort of good friends being right there. Not necessarily physically, but emotionally. I know, with time things will work themselves out. But for the first time ever, tonight, I am going to a bar alone in Manhattan. They show Sox games, and have Sam Adams on tap and MAYBE even have white clam chowder. Hopefully, there will be other people there in the same boat as me.
Last weekend was fun though. Jaybiz and I spent a very hot and humid Sunday bumming around Manhattan. I took my first subway ride, napped on the Staten Island ferry, but still managed to get a breathtaking view of Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty. I shed tears at the WTC site, and wandered through Times Square at midnight, in awe of the lights and the sheer amount of people on the streets at that hour.
If you read this, and know my phone number, call me. I'm lonely.
My apartment is ok. I have already killed a roach. The jury is still out on my roommate, but she's away until Monday night, so that isn't something on the forefront of my mind. I went out on a date with a really, really awesome guy, but since I know absolutely zero about dating, I don't know when it is acceptable to call. I did leave him a message this afternoon, so hopefully we can do something to kill a few hours tomorrow or Sunday. It isn't even so much that I really really like him (which I do) but more that I really hope to find some company this weekend, and the only person I can really 100 percent depend on for that has gone away until Monday night.
It's the little things that I miss. The sound of crickets has been replaced by speeding cars and the hum of my air conditioner as my soundtrack for bed. I haven't heard anyone drop an "r" in over a week. My Sox hat is the only Sox logo that I have seen in the last six days. I saw red clam chowder. Most of all, I miss the comfort of good friends being right there. Not necessarily physically, but emotionally. I know, with time things will work themselves out. But for the first time ever, tonight, I am going to a bar alone in Manhattan. They show Sox games, and have Sam Adams on tap and MAYBE even have white clam chowder. Hopefully, there will be other people there in the same boat as me.
Last weekend was fun though. Jaybiz and I spent a very hot and humid Sunday bumming around Manhattan. I took my first subway ride, napped on the Staten Island ferry, but still managed to get a breathtaking view of Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty. I shed tears at the WTC site, and wandered through Times Square at midnight, in awe of the lights and the sheer amount of people on the streets at that hour.
If you read this, and know my phone number, call me. I'm lonely.