Be damned if I let 'em catch up.
A dear family friend called last night and remarked, during our wide-ranging conversation, that she hadn't heard me sound this happy in a very long time. We both agreed that neither of us could remember when. We discussed both our families--she showed me pictures of their son who is right now in the midst of touring (and applying to) colleges--and recent developments in my own life, among them the recent return to Connecticut.
I'd picked Tuesday the 16th after having been home for a few days prior, then returned to NYC for an interview with some back and forth between "here" and "there" in the days following. Yesterday, Sunday, Mom and my youngest sister came to New York to help move the last of my stuff out of the New York apartment. I left the keys to that apartment on the table and left the building without saying goodbye to it. I'd bid adieu to my roommates prior.
We drove to New Haven and, while I was bringing stuff in, I was able to show them the place, Mom remarking on how this is maybe the biggest room I've lived in since high school. They missed my roommate, but he came by later and we were able to meet and catch up and attend to a few things.
I beat Fallout 4 last night. I also might have found a boxing gym that might be open on the weekends, allowing me to train and not succumb to bad habits again. I'm looking forward to reconnecting to my network here, and have smiled ruefully at all the people (the temptation is to call them "kids") moving stuff into this building. It spans George Street between Dwight and Howe and I first encountered it because my best friend, while completing her PhD at Yale, had lived there. I'd spent enough time crashing at her place, that it could be said that I lived there as well. So when I was hunting for places in New Haven, I naturally lighted upon this one.
But I'm working on the book right now in quiet that I've already become accustomed to, still glowing from the news of last night's Hugo Awards.
I'd spent an entire year conceptualizing peace and never once living it, so that now that it blankets me, it is at once familiar and alien. I don't worry that it'll leave me. And I do understand that I have regular trips to New York in my near future, but I escaped. I made it out. And now it seems the universe is charmed again, no longer conspiring at every moment to defeat me.
I'd picked Tuesday the 16th after having been home for a few days prior, then returned to NYC for an interview with some back and forth between "here" and "there" in the days following. Yesterday, Sunday, Mom and my youngest sister came to New York to help move the last of my stuff out of the New York apartment. I left the keys to that apartment on the table and left the building without saying goodbye to it. I'd bid adieu to my roommates prior.
We drove to New Haven and, while I was bringing stuff in, I was able to show them the place, Mom remarking on how this is maybe the biggest room I've lived in since high school. They missed my roommate, but he came by later and we were able to meet and catch up and attend to a few things.
I beat Fallout 4 last night. I also might have found a boxing gym that might be open on the weekends, allowing me to train and not succumb to bad habits again. I'm looking forward to reconnecting to my network here, and have smiled ruefully at all the people (the temptation is to call them "kids") moving stuff into this building. It spans George Street between Dwight and Howe and I first encountered it because my best friend, while completing her PhD at Yale, had lived there. I'd spent enough time crashing at her place, that it could be said that I lived there as well. So when I was hunting for places in New Haven, I naturally lighted upon this one.
But I'm working on the book right now in quiet that I've already become accustomed to, still glowing from the news of last night's Hugo Awards.
I'd spent an entire year conceptualizing peace and never once living it, so that now that it blankets me, it is at once familiar and alien. I don't worry that it'll leave me. And I do understand that I have regular trips to New York in my near future, but I escaped. I made it out. And now it seems the universe is charmed again, no longer conspiring at every moment to defeat me.