Settling in
September 16, 2007 | Filed under: The Great Moving Caper, This side of the Hudson
“I like corny, I’m looking for corny in my life” – Kate Winslet
I moved again this weekend. Which is really nothing out of the ordinary at this point given how fluid things have been as of late. But I moved and it was by far one of the easiest moves I’ve had in ages. Any other move – granted, I’m counting moves between dorm rooms for two and a half years – has involved a soul sucking process of packing and wondering how seven pairs of socks up and disappeared and realizing that I own seven ugly shirts, none of which fit. Each move more soul sucking than the previous time, which is probably why I’m a soulless, callous, bitch; because I keep fucking moving.
And each time, I think of how wonderful and charming my neighborhood is and how much I adore it and want to snuggle up to it and never leave. Then comes the regret of moving to said neighborhood because the people suck and the meter people have sticks shoved so far up their asses that they can’t see straight. This is why I now get hives and queasy every time I step foot on Capitol Hill.
This time it’s different as I really do like my neighborhood and want to curl up next to it and never leave. It’s not a place where I would find it unfathomable to purchase real estate in. It’s cute and charming and I want to snuggle most every part of it, save for the homeless man next to the organic food place who keeps calling me baby while snapping at me. Everything else gets a hug but he gets a swift kick to his ‘happy place’.
Besides neighborhood love, I’ve had another great epiphany: Despite the fact that it will be a balmy 36 degrees this evening and that I’m desperate for my sweaters and that eventually it will snow for 15 days straight, and around every corner is a person from high school; it’s really not that bad. There’s something enjoyable about small city life and that I can just run to a parent’s house when in dire straights. And I really haven’t given everything here including my friends…Oh yes, I do have friends here. I just never see and/or speak to them because I’m hell bent on going to DC as frequently as possible to see my other friends. Anyway, I haven’t given them or the area or – hell – my job a fair chance because I’m too busy wanting something else instead of accepting what I have and just dealing with it. That said, it is September, always the start of something new and possibly adventurous. I’m going to make every attempt to stop complaining about having to be here. No one forced me here. I came on my own volition and can leave whenever I damn well please but I’m staying. So, no more complaining. I won’t even complain in January when my toes are frost bitten and I’m scraping seven layers of ice off my car and my nipples are permanently hardened. Not even then.
One Smart Cookie says:
Woman, I will give you a medal if you don’t complain in January, because I live in Massachusetts and there is no way in hell I can make it through winter without complaining my (freezing) ass off.
Yes, I choose to live here, and yes, I love it… but I will not give up my right to complain the first time I go ass over elbows on some slippery sidewalk because some asshole has never heard of rock salt.
whoorl says:
That’s the spirit, baby! *snapping*
Lori says:
Well if it’s any consolation, it wasn’t that much warmer on the Vineyard last night
Today Circuit Avenue was closed for a street fair. Do they do that every year after Labor Day or have I been living under a rock the last 20 years?
girlgoyle says:
For the most part I seem to agree with you, complaining doesn’t become anyone as charming as you. However I’m inclined to be leniant when your toes are frost bitten and your nipples are permanently frozen stiff cuz I’m humane like that. So I suggest you save your complaints for that day and then let them avalanche.
OMSH says:
Okay, I was with you right up ’til the permanently hardened nipples. And let me tell you, that just sounds painful. Sexy perhaps to some, but painful all the same. Get some of those warming patches over ‘em. Be good to the girls.
Dagny says:
Last week I was reading the Vanity Fair interview with Nicole Kidman. AT the end of the article, she is quoted as saying, “I kept looking for happiness, and then I realized: This is it. It’s a moment and it comes, and it goes, and it’ll come back again. I yearn for things, but at the same time I’m just peaceful.” And suddenly life started to make sense for me. Because I realized that despite all of my complaining of late, that I actually was happy in some sense. And so now I’m just trying to embrace that happy feeling.
Maria says:
Congrats on the easy move and the new digs.
Bone says:
I have some pasties if you need. Don’t ask why I have them.
sweetney says:
DC is nice, especially for hot single ladies like yourself. me, i’m an old hag and happy to be sequestered off in the nether regions of baltimore. but you? city life is what you need, baby.