I’ve been a social butterfly all week and learned that it makes time fly. Other exciting activities this week:
I learned that my landlord hasn’t paid any common fees on my apartment. I further learned that the hoity toity application process that approve common folk like moi into “luxury” establishments was never carried out.
Alas, I was essentially smuggled in with Peanut back in December and now, in a way, am fully squatting. Building management doesn’t seem to care… as long as my rent goes to them from now on.
Somehow these are the legalities I’ve come to understand. My interpretation is that I’m not paying rent until I get something in writing and /or bouncing whenever I see fit.
The whole situation is utterly New York City and I kind of have a crush on it.
More importantly, I think I’m going to travel west in September. I was planning on going to Brussels, unfortunately it’s not how the cards fell this time.
I met another pair of interesting people earlier this week. I think my favorite moment was when one of them said, “I mean… if you really consider it. There’s more good on the planet than real evil.”
Somehow I found comfort in that.
Another highlight was Cajun Martinis with okra instead of olives and a smoked, spicy rim of paprika-y goodness.
I think my favorite piece of week was last night when one of my girlfriend’s came by for lasagna. While dancing around the apartment to Mumford and Sons, I came across Stubborn Love by The Lumineers.
I can’t believe I haven’t come across this sooner. Not only does it have fiddles and banjos, it reminds me of why I Write. I couldn’t have penned a better memoir myself.
Namaste blog tribe
I rolled back from Bermuda Friday evening. It’s the fifth time I’ve taken the trip now. I’ve been at my favorite job for 18 months - back in New York City nearly two years.
That’s some shiz.
I’ve made two new friends over the past two days. One evening involved gin and tonics, red wine … and grits. During evening number two there was fresh sushi and crisp, cold sake.
I feel steadier on my feet. I’m going to make more new friends this week.
There’s something intoxicating about running around New York City with newly discovered cult members. I met someone who has lived in nearly every US state, someone who’s shooting a movie at the moment – another person who owns a few restaurants.
When I got back from Australia, I literally locked myself in a tower and – rather than grieve the marriage I lost on the way back here – I married someone else eight months later.
That’s some REAL shiz. He made my coffee this morning. It’s lovely having company for breakfast.
Never the less, two divorces later, plus losing Henry in between, I think I’m almost settled. I didn’t think settling back into life over here would be so utterly and unbelievably out of control.
Alas, I secretly adore the chaos. Imagine the book.
Namaste blog tribe
I spent the weekend in the woods, pondering words and playing with puppies. It’s already, remarkably, time to go to Bermuda again with work – so off I go.
As soon as I get back, I’m all about time off. I think I’m just going to take the first two weeks of September off.
I’ve been pondering some type of new blog project that I shall bring forward in the coming days. I’m thinking along the lines of the serialized piece that was inspired by the work of Jessica Tremp. I’m contemplating what art collection to turn to in this instance… I’ll probably have a better idea once I get back from Bermuda.
Another thing I’m off are crappy relationships. Lovers, siblings, whatever. If the relationship is toxic, I’m going to hide from it. I have this habit of staying around or near toxic things because I feel like if I blast them full of love then something can be saved or repaired.
I’ve learned that this is an impossible task. If someone wants to hurt you, unfortunately, it doesn’t matter how much kindness you reflect back. I mean, karmically it gets you points – but in live Earth time, it’s not really worth it.
So up, up and away… if I don’t get to check in while I’m in Bermuda… I hope you all have a wonderful week. x
so far… ahead… cause i’ve been thinkin bout forever…
So I have whinged incessantly about having no vacation time in the states. Going from my four weeks in Australia to two weeks back here has literally been killing me. And while I rejoiced over my recent week off, it really wasn’t enough. I have one other week up my sleeve, I was planning to go away in September but the way my life is flipped around at the moment I’m not certain that will pop. Regardless if I go anywhere or not…
I need more time off!
Yesterday during my daytime slaving period, a lovely boy approached my desk with, “Ummm… excuse me, Gretchen? We were just updating some systems and we realized you’ve been in there with two weeks of vacation… but you should actually have three…”
Three! Three weeks of vacation!! That means I have TWO MORE this year!! Praise the LORD blog tribe!!
I’ve been so busy cheerleading, that I can’t even be shitty about no one letting me know this sooner. I don’t even want to go anywhere. I just need more time off to do nothing. I mean, when you live in New York City, you develop an entirely different idea about what “doing nothing” means. I could use a week to wander in and out of a few museums while zooming up and down to the park with the puppies and banging out chapters.
I’m debating taking a week next month, and another week in September perhaps.
Props, yo. Not only do I have a dope Writer job… I have a dope Writer job that actually gives me vacation time! Oh life, thank you for delivering friendly surprises on days when I need them the most.