Hello, World.
Hello out there.
I haven't written in a while and I can explain. I have been busy taking back my maiden name and all the symbolism that goes along with it. That's right, I have been taking back the version of me that I had forgotten how to be - the version, truthful, I always liked best.
What does that mean? you might be asking. Well for one, I no longer live in Florida. I spent the year following my epic marital split rebuilding the ol' bank account (and paying all hanging debts - if you didn't get any money out of me last year, you are a fool and you missed your window! I made it rain.), and on Sept 10th, I jumped into the biggest Uhaul I had ever seen and made my way with tickles and trembles to New York City, where I live now in the cutest two bedroom East Village apartment.
I continue to work with the same company, Capital Grille, and truly enjoy the physicality of my day and the satisfaction of depositing that hard earned dollar.
My days are worth loving. I read and write. I paint again. All of the digital photos have been cataloged now and posted to the PHOTOS page of this site in chronological order and the old turn-page albums are well on there way to being scanned and uploaded themselves. I've pulled all the old VHS from Sito's house - that's grandmother for those not in the know - and ready to push forward with upgrading their format and assembling some montages. The immigration book is nearing the end of its research stage and I've got another one in the works in the meantime. I've been home three times since September.
I'm sure it's clear, but in case it needs to be said, I'm once again filling my days with kick ass activities that actually matter to me. Me. Not the version of me that neeeeeeds to balance the checkbook every Sunday, or the one that won't enjoy a television show if her husband isn't really into it too, but the version that exsists even while totally alone... like underwater alone... or solar eclipse alone.
This is important because it's not in my nature. I pick up the slack. I choose work over pleasure. I eat my vegetables first and dessert second. Which is odd seeing my mother is so very much the opposite. Anyone with insight on that, please chime in. I would be very interested in a little dissection.
But for now, I must go. The cafe is closing and my baby dogs await. Good night, World. It was lovely chatting to you.
I haven't written in a while and I can explain. I have been busy taking back my maiden name and all the symbolism that goes along with it. That's right, I have been taking back the version of me that I had forgotten how to be - the version, truthful, I always liked best.
What does that mean? you might be asking. Well for one, I no longer live in Florida. I spent the year following my epic marital split rebuilding the ol' bank account (and paying all hanging debts - if you didn't get any money out of me last year, you are a fool and you missed your window! I made it rain.), and on Sept 10th, I jumped into the biggest Uhaul I had ever seen and made my way with tickles and trembles to New York City, where I live now in the cutest two bedroom East Village apartment.
I continue to work with the same company, Capital Grille, and truly enjoy the physicality of my day and the satisfaction of depositing that hard earned dollar.
My days are worth loving. I read and write. I paint again. All of the digital photos have been cataloged now and posted to the PHOTOS page of this site in chronological order and the old turn-page albums are well on there way to being scanned and uploaded themselves. I've pulled all the old VHS from Sito's house - that's grandmother for those not in the know - and ready to push forward with upgrading their format and assembling some montages. The immigration book is nearing the end of its research stage and I've got another one in the works in the meantime. I've been home three times since September.
I'm sure it's clear, but in case it needs to be said, I'm once again filling my days with kick ass activities that actually matter to me. Me. Not the version of me that neeeeeeds to balance the checkbook every Sunday, or the one that won't enjoy a television show if her husband isn't really into it too, but the version that exsists even while totally alone... like underwater alone... or solar eclipse alone.
This is important because it's not in my nature. I pick up the slack. I choose work over pleasure. I eat my vegetables first and dessert second. Which is odd seeing my mother is so very much the opposite. Anyone with insight on that, please chime in. I would be very interested in a little dissection.
But for now, I must go. The cafe is closing and my baby dogs await. Good night, World. It was lovely chatting to you.
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