So, I moved. I left New York. You might have realized from Georgette’s super nice goodbye post, or you may not have, because you don’t really care about my life. Totally understandable.
I was going to write a “goodbye to new york” post, about staying and leaving, tall buildings, good friends, bad winters, etc. I tried, I really did. But I just can’t do it. Maybe I’m not ready to say goodbye to New York, but mostly, I think I’m not ready to say goodbye to anywhere. I have no idea what I’m doing with my life. (Even after college! Weren’t they supposed to teach me that? Shall I sue?)
I’m in Utah now. You’ve heard of it. Mormons? Skiing? Sundance? Republicans?
Maybe I’ll write about New York after moving to LA and then moving back and then becoming a super famous writer and then hanging out with a bunch of famous people, and then looking back at myself as a youngster who didn’t know shit. Yes, maybe I’ll do that.
But what I will do today is write a bit about moving. Here are a few observations:
-How do I have so many things? Like that cool little jar I have for my coins—where did it come from? How do I get it where I’m going? What do I need it for? Why don’t I want to get rid of it? Help!
-What’s with the weight limit on suitcases, Delta? My life weighs more than 50 pounds, don’t judge.
-Where are all the food trucks out here? Are you telling me if I want take out I have to go inside a store and get it?
-Ok, If I shift my jeans around I guess my life doesn’t weigh more than 50 pounds.
-There’s a lot of space west of the Mississippi. It’s nice. I feel like I can breathe out here. Also like something might come rocketing out of this big huge sky and smash into me.
-Gas is so cheap right now, it’s great. (Ok, so that one’s not about moving, but I’m just sort of stream-of-consciousness-ing, let it happen.)
-I’ve never lived in a red state before. I feel a little bit like an explorer entering foreign territory.
-How long does it usually take to start living someplace rather than just kind of “staying” there? A month? A year? Or is living the same thing as staying? Or do I think too much?
-Where do I put all my books? Why are books so heavy? Why does my kindle always die? Reading is hard I should stop.
So those are my moving observations at the moment. Utah’s pretty fun so far, we’ll see where I end up in the spring. And to everyone still in New York, treasure those halal trucks. I miss them the most.