Saturday, October 06, 2007
where it stands.
(reader, we tried to post this a week or so ago and had no luck. belated, but:)
california: thumbs up, at this moment. the term in badsubletland was a real downer; nothing like moving across the country, having put your stuff into hock in exchange for inexorable traffic noise, an inflatable mattress, no fridge and general filthiness. filthy.
i'm sure part of it is the sunshine. say what you want, it's good for the mood. but something also feels easier here, more manageable, less likely to careen into the median at a moment's notice. i missed my manhattan apartment so bad at first that i kept curling up to sniff our blankets. the fleece smelled like home. but when i think of how many years it took me to even feel at ease in new york, having this much affection after two weeks seems sort of magical. i have a favorite bakery. holy shit.
school, eh. the fact of it is good, that it's happening, but anything more compelling than being on the UCL@ campus has yet to manifest itself. most of the cool people i've met so far are playwrights. i did have some good tofu. and a completely safe-feeling public nap on green green grass. and i have a red car that used to belong to a french lady.
and babies? woah. i just talked to some people who actually did that, and. i think that's just a not-do at this point. so far as i can tell. there's an 18 month wait for that daycare operation, plus . . . jeez. we'll see.
california: thumbs up, at this moment. the term in badsubletland was a real downer; nothing like moving across the country, having put your stuff into hock in exchange for inexorable traffic noise, an inflatable mattress, no fridge and general filthiness. filthy.
i'm sure part of it is the sunshine. say what you want, it's good for the mood. but something also feels easier here, more manageable, less likely to careen into the median at a moment's notice. i missed my manhattan apartment so bad at first that i kept curling up to sniff our blankets. the fleece smelled like home. but when i think of how many years it took me to even feel at ease in new york, having this much affection after two weeks seems sort of magical. i have a favorite bakery. holy shit.
school, eh. the fact of it is good, that it's happening, but anything more compelling than being on the UCL@ campus has yet to manifest itself. most of the cool people i've met so far are playwrights. i did have some good tofu. and a completely safe-feeling public nap on green green grass. and i have a red car that used to belong to a french lady.
and babies? woah. i just talked to some people who actually did that, and. i think that's just a not-do at this point. so far as i can tell. there's an 18 month wait for that daycare operation, plus . . . jeez. we'll see.
