Courting DestinyPia Savage

Sunday in the city with Frank Rich and apartment update

§ October 28th, 2007 § Filed under If I'm not Christian, am I still an American?, bloggers, finally getting ready to move, new york times, north myrtle beach, selling an upper west side coop § No Comments

Here’s a love of my life, Frank Rich on Rudy and the end of our country’s being influenced by the radical right. Here’s The Evangelical Crackup People ask how I, a card carrying ACLU member can move to South Carolina. Bloggers taught me that to be an Evangelical doesn’t usually mean being a member of the radical right. My Evangelical friends have as much in common with them as I, a cultural Jew, have with the Ultra Orthodox Jewish fanatics. Blogging did open this country to me. It is because of bloggers that I can make this move. I am much more American than I was three years ago. I am also open to many more wonderful possibilities.

As it was the first real Fall day I spent it outside with friends. I had forgotten how wonderful Autumn crisp weather feels. We went to the weekly Sunday street fair at IS 41 off Columbus Avenue. Usually I dislike it but today it was fun and I know that when I come back to New York as a tourist it will be on the list of things to do. Oh I love talking to the people who have booths there. We speak the same language—New York but I will learn to speak other American languages.

When I put the apartment up for sale in a few weeks I will probably go to Myrtle Beach so as not to mess it up. it’s easy for me to keep a townhouse looking company ready and oh so difficult to keep two and a half rooms in perfect order

Hopefully I will find a person or persons who will go into contract quickly, but you never know. Then they have to prepare the Board package, the Board has to review it and interview them. That process will take at least six weeks which will give me time to see all the doctors I need to see before a move to South Carolina which in some ways does feel like a foreign country to a Fourth Generation New Yorker. Though many people have told me medical services are better and have the personal touch I so miss, it feels strange. I am so ready for this move and so fearful.

I fear my apartment being judged by realtor’s and prospectives buyers. This fear is worse for me than most people because I live in fear of being judged. But I fear it less since learning about Non Verbal Learning Disorders

I am woefully behind in everything that I have to do but feel an energy surge coming on.

I dared not go out from Thursday through Saturday for the rain at time was a fierce pouring one and all I could think about was my stress bronchitis turning into pneumonia. Any other time I would have risked it but this coming Saturday is my niece’s Bat Mitzvah and I come as both myself and my late parents older daughter. That thought is causing me joy, sadness, and more than a bit of nervousness as many of the guests are from my sister and my extended family.

I was asked to go on a cruise this spring that begins in South America and ends in Europe. I felt too unsettled to say yes. People tell me not to buy for six months at least but I have become used to home ownership even if it’s in the form of shares in a corporation. I have checked the owner box for so long, I will probably forget or feel like a vagrant or weird somehow. Though it will be nice to have the false feeling of being rich when I look at the balance in my brokerage account. False cos I ain’t, not in this world at least and that’s one reason I’m making this move.

People here do act as if money is made by the ATM and I fall into that warped mentality at times.

I have been writing fiction, experimental to the edge fiction. I have four more chapters to my 3WW. If I didn’t have so much else to do I could work on it all day and night. It’s made me love writing once again.

When I move I hope to work on it constantly. I hope I have room in the condo or hopefully townhouse for a studio to paint and play with photographs

I will very much miss this apartment. In the morning sun streams in so strongly I feel as though I’m getting a tan. My bedroom is perfect. It feels like a jewel box but really how much time do you spend in one? I watch TV in it. When I move I will watch big screen TV in another room and the bedroom will be used for the two functions a bedroom is supposed to be used for

I am beginning to feel psyched again both about moving and life. I made it in New York. I can make it anywhere I used to feel that I felt so at home and made friends so easily here because it was the only place I knew well. That’s partially true but I’m friendly. When I would make friends other places I would put it down to the phases of the moon and many other variables.

The street face I wore too well for too long is gone replaced by a smile that can’t get me in trouble as I am a New Yorker, street smart and wary.

Everything I have to do will fall into place quicker than I think. I don’t know why I believe what so many people have been telling me but I do. After the Bat Mitzvah I can focus full time on the move. What seemed so overwhelming just a week ago seems almost fun now—but I was having my yearly stress bronchial attack so….I wish my body could be satisfied with stress headaches.