I thought I would be enthused about selling my apartment. I thought that it was something I really wanted to do.
A new beginning felt good in the abstract. It’s not so easy in reality. It’s not like leaving from one neighborhood for another.
New beginnings were so easy in my 20’s. One led to another. Now, it’s all different
This is the time of year I mourn for my mother. I thought it would be different this year, but it was The Towers I stopped mourning for, and I guess this year my mother gets her own mourning season.
Actually she really disliked people who expressed self-pity. And I can think of her and smile or laugh. I can even make fun of her in my mind. Making fun of those we love is a long established family tradition.
I do think it’s amazing what a good nights sleep can do.
And it is going to be harder than I thought to sell. But then I remember “$2.00 per square foot a month above the purchase price.”
People tell me the price of their AC bill for july here–a whole house and my mouth opens in shock.
I’m just another New Yorker leaving for the Carolinas for price and quality of life but in my case I have to issue weekly mood reports.
And have it on record that this isn’t a move because I hate New York, or the new New York or anything like that, but because my fixed expenses went up 60 percent in five years.
Here when people do home repairs they don’t artificially huff and puff and then have their hands spread open. I find that strange but think I can get used to it.
I need to write you a pick-me-up email because it sounds like you are simply living through a funk… normal if you feel that, for whatever reason, you are at a crossroads…
No, I don’t think your writing has lost its essence but perhaps you just need to somehow connect to writing and blogging from a different angle… the oft used angle may have grown old and stale and fresh energy is needed… no worries, it’ll come to you when the time is right… I should know, I have been having a love/hate relationship with blogging as I surf in and out of my funk…
And I think the blogosphere has changed. I know that I, for one, long for the thrill, the high, that I used to get in my early days of blogging. It feels heavier to me, for some reason, these days but I think that the heaviness stems from me and it is up to me to inject that freshness I seek into my life somehow…
Hope I make some sense! So worry not my dear Pia for you are not alone! Now fuck blogging and writing and live it up for you, cater to yourself, feel good and everything else will simply fall into place… you got my bohemian word on that I tell ya!
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Big boho besos and here’s hoping you have a fabulous weekend…
I am trying to win a contest, if you come online today, please stop by my blog. Have a wonderful day my friend!
Change gets faster as we get older, doesn’t it? Good luck with the choices, though.
I don’t have a contest to offer but run by anytime as well….
I know I love moving, maybe one day it won’t be that way but as my whole life was one large move after another I think I am slightly screwed up.
Do as the Bohemian says, try to enjoy what is good about it.
Do not be sad dear Pia, the world is tiny.
We are leaving a place we love and only discovered in 2004 to return to an area we don’t love, because it will give us the ability financially to come back here a good portion of the year each year… and not starve as we get older. Change happens because we think it will benefit us, but that doesn’t mean there won’t be a few reflective days that are harder than others in the process. I hope you find the Carolinas more of a fit than you might expect.
I hope you are able to laugh more than go inward to sadder places when thinking about your mom from here on out… I am able to smile when I think of my mom and dad more often than not now, but there is always the time I least expect it that the sadness pops up.