I need a place to live. The community should be near the ocean, warm, intellectually stimulating, and have a town center. I must have a duplex and it can’t be over a certain price. Very picky for a beggar.
Then I might stay here. Walking everywhere is good for me, but does limit where I can go. There are many cab companies and they do lower the price once they know you’re not going to puke all over the cab, and will tip-probably too much. New York mentality.
There is actually public transportation, not that I or anybody I know has actually seen any of the buses. And it only operates until 8 PM but somehow I feel that it can lead to more public transportation.
I have always had a noir fantasy about traveling on long distance buses being a passenger in a car, train or plane person
I have been feeling sort of “what have I been doing?” “What was I thinking?” I have only talked about moving in this blog for its existence and thought about much longer. After last week and probably this coming week I really won’t be able to afford Manhattan. I hope my apartment sells. Damn I wanted it on the market by January but due to my own idiocy and need to “help” certain people that became but a dream.
I know I will get over it soon. I understand this feeling of being disconnected, of the anxiety I’m moving to get over, has more to do with external forces that combine to make me feel poor and scared of my apartment languishing And a fear that I will be back in New York bitching and complaining as I waited just a mite too long.