“And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.” – Max Ehrmann
Last night after a whirlwind tour of Georgetown that included Café Bonaparte, Paolo’s and Café Milano, I cried. No, I sobbed. I sobbed in such a way that the girl walking in front of me down M Street, turned around while I was on the phone with my mother, to ask if I was OK. Because apparently someone bawling outside Sephora is unusual. I should have told her that they didn’t have my blush color and that just pissed me off a bit.
The good thing about mothers is that they know just the right things to say and to do, even if you are doing the whole shoulder shake sob thing from 400 miles away. As my mother gently reminded me that I don’t do change well. I actually find change to be some awful act of God in retaliation for all of those times I lied about who stole all the quarters out of the family ‘treat jar’. Or perhaps it’s because of that time I drove to the mall, well before I got my license. I lied about that too.
I thought I was badass and deciding to quit my job in search for something else was taken rather lightly. An outer body experience or something that told me that it was perfectly OK to uproot my life from my best friends and move to a place where it snows from October to April. A place where no one knows what the fuck ‘table service’ means and the closest Trader Joe’s is in Scarsdale. But really, I was handling it all quite well. And my mother even said that I could live with her forever so that I could keep my apartment down here. I really think that tears are the best way to a mother’s soul or at least the best way to get my mother to say something that she’ll find really regrettable by next Tuesday.
I needed a good cry. That’s all. It’s a lot – more than a lot and in combination with other huge changes – to take in and absorb and to be OK with. One of those changes, though not nearly as monumental is this site. It has moved. To here: www.nopasanada.org
It’s .org because .com and .net were taken. And much like I treat people who tell me that it snows in Albany, if you tell me that I am not an organization, I’ll punch you in the baby maker. Obviously there hasn’t been too much change.
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Love the new site. Also, love Cafe Bonaparte. I was really craving coffee from there today. Sad you won’t be around next time I visit DC, BUT I do have friends in upstate so perhaps we’ll still get to meet.
Ever since you went to Cafe Bonaparte and wrote about it, I’ve been obsessed. I love that place. Oh and I’ll be in DC quite a bit so next time you’re out here, we’re totally going.
Did I talk to you on the phone after we left the worst picker-upper in the history of pick-ups standing on the sidewalk? Because if not, your tears made their way into my dreams. Along with an F-6 tornado.
Oh dear, I think I need an entire post devoted to yesterday afternoon. WTF were we thinking???
HEE! I am the first subscriber at you new site.
I hope it all works out for you.
Yay! I think it will all work out. This is just how I am about all new things, I have a good cry, freak out for the first week or so and then I’m perfectly fine. Oh and because of you I’ve been thinking Tanqueray and tonic all damn day.
Your new header makes me thirsty.
If I wasn’t hungover, I’d totally be all over that.
I recognize that image. Yahoo!tinis from BlogHer last year.
Yummmmmmm…
Oh yeah! Picture by the lovely Anastacia Campbell and her badass macro skills.
I totally know what table service means AND it’s not snowing. Oh no, it’s totally sunny, beautiful and warm– your tears will be dried, & I will sign that petition to get a Trader Joe’s here!!
I know we’ve yet to meet, but thank God, you’re going to be there. And good, there’s table service. I was really worried as to how I’d get my pretentious $250 bottle of vodka fix. Also, when I get there, we need to discuss places to go out to, like nice little bars, etc. I have a whole list. You’d seriously think I’d never lived there before.
I figure with all these changes going on, I’d take the chance to finally delurk. You first caught my attention a while ago by mentioning ‘went to college in DC’ and ‘Woodbury Commons’ on the same page. Welcome to my life. And as someone who went to school there (the obnoxious one where no one leaves the neighborhood, but then again when days include bonaparte, paolo’s and milano how can you blame us?) and then left to return to the mother state (you think Albany is tough to get used to? Try Orange County – the Commons is the only higlight), I can tell you with certainty that you will survive. The snow? No problem. The lack of thai and/or hummus delivery at 3 am? Much worse. I recommend lots of wine. Best of luck.
Just to perplex people, I have three blogs: one’s a dot-com, one’s a dot-net, and one’s a dot-org.
Did u say Albany? As in Albany NY??? Derrrr….
Congratulations on the new site! I was wondering when you were going to get away from blogspot. Way cool. I like the look.
Are you still planning on having that get-together this Friday night? I’m going to try to get off work early so I can come. I have to meet you before you leave!
I’m glad you got a .org because now I CAN VISIT YOUR SITE AT WORK! It was blocked before.
Yay to change…sort of.
Sorry to co-opt the comments Heather, but Katie… you’re from Orange County? Me too! Craziness.
Amen to THAT, Gooseber. Blogs that aren’t blocked at work make me very, very happy!
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