home sweet livejournal-y home.
i really do miss the glory days of livejournal (c. 2001-2002.) this was one of the first "modern-day" networking/community websites that i really used with any regularity. over time, a lot of the users who made up that online community abandoned livejournal for the phenomenon that is myspace and/or facebook- including myself. don't get me wrong, i love me some myspace and i love me some facebook- they are much less cumbersome to use in terms of photo sharing and comment leaving. but, there is still something special about the livejournal. there is still something that compells me to visit it here and there, just to check and see if anyone has made any recent posts.
why did i post in my livejournal? was it because i knew someone would read what i wrote and possibly comment on it? there are only a few of my "friends" left on livejournal, so there is little hope of that happening at this point. regardless, i think i am going to try to revitalize the ancient art of livejournaling. sometimes, i have a lot more to say more than just "Sara is..."
perhaps now that there are many many less readers tuning in to the old lj, i can make more accurate reflections about whatever it is that's going on in my life. maybe i can be slightly more honest. not that i didn't mean what i typed when i typed it way back in 2001, but i think this will become more of a private space for me. we'll see. i just figured that i spend an awful lof of time on the internet already, but don't actually "do" much while im here. so here i am, trying to "do" something for myself.
a lot has happened since the last time i posted here. A LOT. back then i was just about to make the leap into official cohabitation, which has certainly been an adventure to say the least. mark and i have been living in albany now for three years. we've had three different apartments during that time, which is actually a lot of moving and re-adjusting... which i am not terribly fond of.
we began at the knickerbocker. this was the perfect beginning for us. i mean, the moving in together wasn't entirely perfect. it was rocky. it was tumultuous. when i really think back on that time, im surprised we've made it this far. BUT, the knickerbocker was our perfect little home. we have heard mixed reviews of that place since moving out, but there is nothing i would change about our experiences there. the landlords are somewhat difficult people in general and we somehow managed to find that endearing. they had a genuine concern for their tenants and were very interested in cultivating a sense of community within the building. i applaud them for that. sure, the apartment was in need of some repairs. our ceiling leaked in both the bathroom and the other room, which is basically everywhere since it was a studio. but you always got the feeling from them that they at least appreciated what you were willing to put up with. it would be fixed, eventually, and "thanks for hanging in there." i never minded that. i realize now that i am a lot more picky about those sorts of things with our current landlord, mostly because i know he doesn't give shit about us. there was, of course, the added bonus at the knickerbocker- we were offered the apartment with no credit or background check while we were both basically unemployed. we had to seem like some shady motherfuckers at that time, but they gave us the benefit of the doubt and allowed us to make a new start with basically nothing to our names. they trusted us, even though they have probably gotten burnt more times than they can count. i feel like that really speaks to their character, and i would NEVER speak poorly of the knickerbocker or charles and kim. in fact, i would live there again if my circumstances ever required it.
so that was three years ago. as time has gone by, albany has really become our home. we are talking about possibly moving once mark finishes with grad school, but i am somewhat partial to staying right where we are. the reality is that we will need to go wherever there is a teaching job for mark, but i am keeping my fingers crossed that there will be one here. i think i have had more time to fall in love with this area than mark. i went to college here and have a lof of memories of this place that are tied to that, i guess. also, by nature, i am a lot more sedentary than he is. i like to nest and really dig my roots in somewhere, whereas mark can do nothing but dream about floating around and having fun and adventure. that is neither here nor there, though. we both have to make some compromises in this life to make things work, which i think we are both slowly learning.
why did i post in my livejournal? was it because i knew someone would read what i wrote and possibly comment on it? there are only a few of my "friends" left on livejournal, so there is little hope of that happening at this point. regardless, i think i am going to try to revitalize the ancient art of livejournaling. sometimes, i have a lot more to say more than just "Sara is..."
perhaps now that there are many many less readers tuning in to the old lj, i can make more accurate reflections about whatever it is that's going on in my life. maybe i can be slightly more honest. not that i didn't mean what i typed when i typed it way back in 2001, but i think this will become more of a private space for me. we'll see. i just figured that i spend an awful lof of time on the internet already, but don't actually "do" much while im here. so here i am, trying to "do" something for myself.
a lot has happened since the last time i posted here. A LOT. back then i was just about to make the leap into official cohabitation, which has certainly been an adventure to say the least. mark and i have been living in albany now for three years. we've had three different apartments during that time, which is actually a lot of moving and re-adjusting... which i am not terribly fond of.
we began at the knickerbocker. this was the perfect beginning for us. i mean, the moving in together wasn't entirely perfect. it was rocky. it was tumultuous. when i really think back on that time, im surprised we've made it this far. BUT, the knickerbocker was our perfect little home. we have heard mixed reviews of that place since moving out, but there is nothing i would change about our experiences there. the landlords are somewhat difficult people in general and we somehow managed to find that endearing. they had a genuine concern for their tenants and were very interested in cultivating a sense of community within the building. i applaud them for that. sure, the apartment was in need of some repairs. our ceiling leaked in both the bathroom and the other room, which is basically everywhere since it was a studio. but you always got the feeling from them that they at least appreciated what you were willing to put up with. it would be fixed, eventually, and "thanks for hanging in there." i never minded that. i realize now that i am a lot more picky about those sorts of things with our current landlord, mostly because i know he doesn't give shit about us. there was, of course, the added bonus at the knickerbocker- we were offered the apartment with no credit or background check while we were both basically unemployed. we had to seem like some shady motherfuckers at that time, but they gave us the benefit of the doubt and allowed us to make a new start with basically nothing to our names. they trusted us, even though they have probably gotten burnt more times than they can count. i feel like that really speaks to their character, and i would NEVER speak poorly of the knickerbocker or charles and kim. in fact, i would live there again if my circumstances ever required it.
so that was three years ago. as time has gone by, albany has really become our home. we are talking about possibly moving once mark finishes with grad school, but i am somewhat partial to staying right where we are. the reality is that we will need to go wherever there is a teaching job for mark, but i am keeping my fingers crossed that there will be one here. i think i have had more time to fall in love with this area than mark. i went to college here and have a lof of memories of this place that are tied to that, i guess. also, by nature, i am a lot more sedentary than he is. i like to nest and really dig my roots in somewhere, whereas mark can do nothing but dream about floating around and having fun and adventure. that is neither here nor there, though. we both have to make some compromises in this life to make things work, which i think we are both slowly learning.