I made a mistake; such a big mistake. What was I thinking? Why did I think I had to leave the world’s greatest city?
Dark comes early now. There isn’t anything to do. Omigod, I need to move back. It’s too late. How could I sell an apartment on Riverside Drive even if it didn’t face the park and river? Was I out of my mind? Determined to be miserable the rest of my life?
I’m stuck in purgatory. Oh my fate. The fate of the terminally unhappy. The person with so much who appreciates nothing.
I’m kidding. I love it here. I have to go back to New York for ten days a week from Friday and then again in late December to early January. I just returned on Thursday.
I went to a concert at a winery Saturday. The concert? Similar to the worst of the worst Sunday singer/songwriter series at Folk City in the late 70’s without the cigarette smoke, and 200 people at the bar all trying to talk over Lynn Samuels, who could drown an ambulance, fire truck and police car all at once, with the loudest most grating New York accent.
But the winery unlike Folk City is outdoors, and has the feel of rolling hills and New England though it’s in South Carolina and doesn’t have hills.
The wine was excellent; the company better.
I feel so calm and good. My best friend Lucia is coming this weekend because I think I found the house I want. I have been looking at it since July. It has a yard that’s very private and that is rare here. I have been decorating it and doing home makeover not really extreme in my head.
I’m learning the rhythm and tempo of the town. it feels so strange to say that it suits me well.