City life
I finally moved to my studio appartment. My sisters and mom helped me get moved in, and then we went and bought all of the living alone essentials (broom, cleaning fluids, plunger, ect...). Then, after a long day of moving, they went back to the a.v. and I spent most of my first night in downtown long beach moving my furniture around, and getting unpacked. The first night was lonely as hell. I think something about living on your own is both scary because you are completely by yourself and feeling endless listlessness, and also exiting. You have no room mates to deal with, and complete solitude.
The next day I postered up all the walls. Anyone who knows me well, knows that I can't deal with bare walls. I need random pictures littering the walls to make me feel at home. It worked pretty well. When I finished with the posters I finally felt a sense of not being in a foreign place, but in my own space.
I then spent most of the day walking around the city of long beach, getting to know the area alot better. I took notes of record shops that I must visit, and expecially fell in love with the area around Lindon and Broadway, appropriately titled the east villiage arts district. It's filled with citchy little coffee shops and galleries, and will probably be where I go when I need to get out of the appartment. Having this walk was great. Visually I was surrounded by objects that only can be seen in a real city. Neon lights, Electric Rails, and sky scrapers all over the place. I love it so much already. The area breathes poetry. It's scuzy and commercial, and somehow these littered things that make one feel like a dot among thousands of dots, somehow it just feels right. The appropriate cliche that I've wanted for a long long time.
On Monday I went to Maren's appartment to catch up, and meet her room mates. It turns out that one of her room mates works at a bike shop and offered to fix my bike for free. This is all great news. We have a few drinks, and then call it a night, and I sleep well. I love this town.
Yesterday I got together with four of my long beach friends and went for coffee at Denny's. Maren brought my bike by my appartment, and it's fixed up. It looks brand new again. I so need to buy her room mate lunch or something to make up for fixing it free of charge. What a spiffy guy. We then went to my appartment and chatted till four in the morning, and then finally everyone went home. I love this. I missed these people who actually will stay up late and talk philosophy until the morning breaks in. Getting so lost in conversation that you forget that hours upon hours have passed.
Then today I had a great day at work, and am now eager for school to start. I miss my mom and sisters alot, but other than that it's been a fantastic first few days back.
The next day I postered up all the walls. Anyone who knows me well, knows that I can't deal with bare walls. I need random pictures littering the walls to make me feel at home. It worked pretty well. When I finished with the posters I finally felt a sense of not being in a foreign place, but in my own space.
I then spent most of the day walking around the city of long beach, getting to know the area alot better. I took notes of record shops that I must visit, and expecially fell in love with the area around Lindon and Broadway, appropriately titled the east villiage arts district. It's filled with citchy little coffee shops and galleries, and will probably be where I go when I need to get out of the appartment. Having this walk was great. Visually I was surrounded by objects that only can be seen in a real city. Neon lights, Electric Rails, and sky scrapers all over the place. I love it so much already. The area breathes poetry. It's scuzy and commercial, and somehow these littered things that make one feel like a dot among thousands of dots, somehow it just feels right. The appropriate cliche that I've wanted for a long long time.
On Monday I went to Maren's appartment to catch up, and meet her room mates. It turns out that one of her room mates works at a bike shop and offered to fix my bike for free. This is all great news. We have a few drinks, and then call it a night, and I sleep well. I love this town.
Yesterday I got together with four of my long beach friends and went for coffee at Denny's. Maren brought my bike by my appartment, and it's fixed up. It looks brand new again. I so need to buy her room mate lunch or something to make up for fixing it free of charge. What a spiffy guy. We then went to my appartment and chatted till four in the morning, and then finally everyone went home. I love this. I missed these people who actually will stay up late and talk philosophy until the morning breaks in. Getting so lost in conversation that you forget that hours upon hours have passed.
Then today I had a great day at work, and am now eager for school to start. I miss my mom and sisters alot, but other than that it's been a fantastic first few days back.