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Thursday, February 01, 2007

Fine. Walk away. See if I care


Well, it would seem 2 out of 3 of you do care. I've been recently made aware that my witticisms and random musing actually entertain some people. Well, Amy and Sarah anyhow.


I've been recovering form Christmas when I spent a bleak week in Buffalo missing my Mom, my little apartment and the sense of freedom that NYC gives me. I still love my home. I just have a harder time going there since my Momma's passing.


I also find myself referring to NY as home now and meaning it; It only took 6 years! That's right folks, I just celebrated my 6 year anniversary in NYC on January 2. For some, that doesn't seem like a big deal but it really is. I often say, and most folks I know here agree, that living in NYC is like a job on top of your job. We wear our residency like a badge of accomplishment. Let's be honest man, it can be hard work!


As a (hermit) crab, home is of the utmost importance and finally feeling like I have roots and friends and projects here is a triumph for me. I'm also so far from the life I lived in Buffalo that it would be impossible to go back (at least with those expectations).


So on top of my very obvious and possibly elementary psychological observations, I've also been working on a new show.
Details to come ...
Honest.


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7 Comments:

  • Well, it is about damn time, my stay-at home mom existence, needs to read about your life, to see how the other side lives......besides you bring a smile to my face!!

    By Anonymous Amma Sue, at 11:05 AM  

  • Welcome back! I've still been checking in almost daily, hoping that I'd be surprised eventually with a new post, and here it is! :-)

    Funny about calling NY home, huh? 6 years was my timeline too. Actually, I had to leave NY and move to Denver to finally start calling it home! And the badge thing cracks me up because I swear *just yesterday* I wrote this line in my book:

    “It’s all right,” she says, wearing that New York thing like a badge she never earned.

    (Never earned, because she tells these guys she's from NY but doesn't clarify "upstate suburbs", and let's them think it's NYC. Totally a badge thing, living there!)

    Anyway, you're right... I don't think you can ever go home again in the way we always want to, or the way we always remember. Things change. People come and go. We change.

    Well AB, we're moving back next year so we'll have to have drinks or something. Do I have to re-start my anniversary count again? Hmmm...

    Welcome back - keep it coming!

    By Blogger The Bims, at 5:57 PM  

  • Hey I read it too! I am often (though not recently... nudge nudge) amused by your clever wit!

    So write on!

    Susan (that girl you know from college!)

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 11:57 PM  

  • Hey, welcome back! I was wondering what happened to you. I've definately missed your witticisms and random musings.

    Sincerely,

    The Secret Admirer Guy (aka Ronny, but not my real name!)

    By Anonymous Secret Admirer, at 5:43 PM  

  • Hooray blog girl is back. See there are more than 2 people who read this. In explaining all that you've been up to, how could you forget to mention your new part time job at the lesbian club and your first lez sex experience that happened in January. Geez, hello details.

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 11:56 AM  

  • I admit it: I checked all the time, and then I started to feel like a stalker and stopping clicking the link, and broke the habit. But as you can see, I went back to it, and I'm glad I did.

    Home's where you're happy in your own skin. I remember it took me a good couple of years after I left Ithaca for it to stop being "home". I kept wanting to go back. That changed with time, and I guess that's what happened to you -- and I'm glad you feel like NYC is home now, even if I miss you. Still, Buffalo hardly feels like home to me anymore, and I'm living in it, so I certainly understand.

    By Blogger Toniann, at 11:12 PM  

  • I am so touched that you all missed reading the thoughts that swirl past my head - with a few slow enough for me to grab. I want to try to remain consistent and not in my inconsistency. I just may manage it yet. Hmmm. Less Perez, more writing. I got it.

    By Blogger Amybeth or AB, at 7:40 PM  

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