One for you and one for him and one for me.
Today, I pick up the keys to the new apartment.
I've been home for the last few days, took a Greyhound bus Saturday night and came into Hartford a little after 1am. When we'd put enough distance between us and the city and had begun our ride down a highway I couldn't name, lightning forked sideways over New York City. Of course, like the augur-reader in The Grace of Kings, I took as a sign from above that I was leaving the City just in time. The storm, as has happened before, followed us into CT, and we remained just out of reach until some point on I-84 when the torrent, out of seemingly nowhere, blanketed us. By the time we had reached Hartford, it had stopped, and I quickly found a cab home. Had thought to resume my Fallout 4 shenanigans immediately upon return, but elected instead to rest. Now the past few days have seem me make extraordinary progress in the game, having rediscovered that enjoyment in an all-consuming immersive, interactive narrative experience. And I've been getting better at it, exponentially, which makes said progress much easier. It's been so much fun and I look forward to getting back to it.
Like what happened when I came home to study for the February Bar, I had inadvertently disconnected from the rest of the world, responding only via the occasional text or Twitter DM as it popped up in my email, but otherwise completely bubbled away. It was blissful. " It's intoxicating, this distance," I wrote back in February.
I'm returning to the City tonight but without the 9-5 to wake up for and being able to move at my own pace. There's an interview waiting for me on Wednesday and a few friends from distant places scattered throughout the latter half of the week, then on Sunday, I complete my exit from the City that has tormented and blessed me in (un)equal measure. Already, it feels as though I've returned from exile.
I've been home for the last few days, took a Greyhound bus Saturday night and came into Hartford a little after 1am. When we'd put enough distance between us and the city and had begun our ride down a highway I couldn't name, lightning forked sideways over New York City. Of course, like the augur-reader in The Grace of Kings, I took as a sign from above that I was leaving the City just in time. The storm, as has happened before, followed us into CT, and we remained just out of reach until some point on I-84 when the torrent, out of seemingly nowhere, blanketed us. By the time we had reached Hartford, it had stopped, and I quickly found a cab home. Had thought to resume my Fallout 4 shenanigans immediately upon return, but elected instead to rest. Now the past few days have seem me make extraordinary progress in the game, having rediscovered that enjoyment in an all-consuming immersive, interactive narrative experience. And I've been getting better at it, exponentially, which makes said progress much easier. It's been so much fun and I look forward to getting back to it.
Like what happened when I came home to study for the February Bar, I had inadvertently disconnected from the rest of the world, responding only via the occasional text or Twitter DM as it popped up in my email, but otherwise completely bubbled away. It was blissful. " It's intoxicating, this distance," I wrote back in February.
I'm returning to the City tonight but without the 9-5 to wake up for and being able to move at my own pace. There's an interview waiting for me on Wednesday and a few friends from distant places scattered throughout the latter half of the week, then on Sunday, I complete my exit from the City that has tormented and blessed me in (un)equal measure. Already, it feels as though I've returned from exile.