heartbreak
I'm leaving NYC. I've waived my health insurance. I've shipped my books back home. I've - no joke - given away my coffee grinder and my bodem.
It's this last thing that solidifies, in my mind, the fact of my leaving.
I feel like I'm ending a grand love affair. A slightly abusive one, perhaps, what with the sky-high rent and the lack of free health care, and as such, know that I'm doing the right thing, but, still: it was a grand love affair, and it's sad that it's over. I'm heartbroken, devastated, inclined to retail therapy.
Everywhere I go I encounter nostalgia. There's the corner where I saw a man peeing in the street! There's the park where my friend almost got mugged! It's awful, this stasis: having made the decision and waiting (12 days now) to move. Still, I draw strength from the knowledge that now that I don't have to save exorbitant amounts for rent, I can afford a bottle of champers a night.
It's this last thing that solidifies, in my mind, the fact of my leaving.
I feel like I'm ending a grand love affair. A slightly abusive one, perhaps, what with the sky-high rent and the lack of free health care, and as such, know that I'm doing the right thing, but, still: it was a grand love affair, and it's sad that it's over. I'm heartbroken, devastated, inclined to retail therapy.
Everywhere I go I encounter nostalgia. There's the corner where I saw a man peeing in the street! There's the park where my friend almost got mugged! It's awful, this stasis: having made the decision and waiting (12 days now) to move. Still, I draw strength from the knowledge that now that I don't have to save exorbitant amounts for rent, I can afford a bottle of champers a night.
posted by j | 9:18 AM
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