I have a serious case of the Sundays. You know how it is when you suddenly realize the weekend is over and Monday looms big and dark (and cold). It's currently 20 degrees out and there was snow. SNOW! I used to wear flip flops and tank tops in December. Not this year unless it's in our grossly overheated apartment building where I sleep with a window open---even in 20 degree weather. Okay, so the really problem is that I am missing you all. I miss you all terribly. I'm afraid that I will never find friends here that can fill the shoes of those I left behind and I'm afraid that by moving away I might have lost you all. Know that I didn't leave because of you..........it was for me. This is starting to sound like a bad breakup.
Tomorrow I will have been in NYC for 8 months. Seems like forever. Here are some of the things that continue to amuse and awe me: the way the corner stores seamlessly change their offerings--summer flowers give way to pumpkins which in turn become holly bushes and small, Manhattan apartment sized Christmas trees. Neighborhood banners and lights for the holidays and all of the lights strung from apartment balconies to the electrical wires or into the trees--Christmas lights are springing up everywhere. Hot apple cider at the farmers market. Going from the freezing cold into steaming hot buildings and having to shed my layers as I make my way up to my office. Having a perpetual head cold. Actually rocking arm warmers and leggings because they keep out the draft. Becoming very opinionated about my coffee and developing a taste for whiskey.
So see, things aren't that bad. Especially since my lovelies are all here with me, (with apologies to Auden), I carry you all in my heart. And Christmas lights are festive and, coupled with the cold, make for a totally new holiday experience. And I happen to think that scarves and hats and gloves are all really great accessories that I've never really utilized fully (although using them everyday does take some getting used to). Either way I must note that one month from now I will be flying to California and that thought warms me up.
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You develop a taste for whiskey after you leave me? When are you coming back to california for xmas? How is snow? I vaguely remember it.
It's not us, it's you, huh? Well that makes me feel better. ;o) Happy Eight Months of NYC! And happy eight months closer to graduating to me. We shall meet again (soon!). Can't wait to see you next month!!!
Love, Shiloh
james-will be in the bay 1.11-1.17 and will school you in whiskey drinking. oh, did i really just claim that? you win already! yes, snow. it's real, it's cold and i actually enjoy it. let's revisit this conversation in february shall we? xoxox, liv
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