Courting Destiny and I have evolved.
Five years ago I left The Upper West Side for Coastal South Carolina.
In NY I lived like a perpetual grad student but my dorm had a granite floor foyer/kitchen, a marble bath and then a half bath–in the bedroom. The entire apartment was 630 square feet.
People from Manhattan don’t downsize. We upsize. It’s not hard.
And never feel guilty about leaving a slightly large footprint.
When I lived on East 63rd off Fifth Avenue I would take my laundry with me. No laundry in the neighborhood. I was too young, scared and poor to have it done
I didn’t have a dishwasher or anything most people in the US take for granted.
I write about life before the first Duane Reade in my hood (now owned by Rite Aide) when you had to go to seven stores just to have lightbulbs, cleaning supplies and food.
This isn’t a blog about nostalgia for the bad old days of Manhattan in the 1970’s and 80’s though I sure had fun–and write about it.
Now I live in a 1400 square foot turquoise wood frame patio house. I basically bought it for the upstairs front deck. After buying it I began to understand the allure of porches. They have roofs. You don’t have to run in when it’s pouring. Or it’s way too hot. Or cold.
The contractor (long renovation story; aren’t they all?) had thrown out one of the old toilets. Literally out–to the “yard.” I was looking at my graveled sandy “irregular shaped plot” as the deed says and realized that I had actual land of a sort. So I had it decked. You could call it bi-level. With a container vegetable garden that runs the side of the house.
This isn’t a blog about a house or a renovation. Though that could be a metaphor for much.
Six years last June I found out that I have a neurological disorder called nonverbal learning disorder (NLD.) Reason #1 for why I ran from the city that had been so good to me. There are at least 10,000 more and eventually you will learn them all.
I blog about NLD at psychology today. Not the technical aspects. Nor even the research. But how it affects me, me, and me.
I’m not a negative person though I’m a New Yorker. That surprises even me–not being negative. I always knew I was a New Yorker. Some call me wonderfully neurotic. Basically I’m a sickeningly optimistic person. That makes some people crazy.
Others just find me crazy. Or not quite mainstream enough. Weird is the correct word I think. Others find me incredible. I’m still debating my stance on me.
This isn’t a blog about NLD or learning disorders or my wretched childhood which was quite wonderful until 7th grade or so and the misery only lasted a few years.
It’s not a blog about my hard life. That would be a lie. I felt as if my late teens through 30’s were a a magical time fit for a fairy tale princess. Like every good fairy tail there have been dark moments and princes who turned out to be toads and princes who turned out to be, well, princes.
This isn’t a blog about love, drugs and sex–though those things played pivotal roles in my life. Did I say that? Must be true.
No wicked stepmothers though there was the birthmother I remember meeting once. And the incredible mommy who along with my wonderful daddy adopted me when I was one week less than four months old. They weren’t perfect but I always knew I was adopted and loved being in my family.
This isn’t a blog about adoption. Am I confusing you yet?
I have a professional degree in social work. Passed the licensing exam during my last semester of grad school. I studied and worked in clinical geriatrics. Being a baby boomer in my early 40’s then I thought it would be a good subject to know a lot about. It’s not that it bores me…every person over 48 thinks they’re an expert in aging and maybe they are. So this definitely isn’t a blog on aging.
I fit into no niche. Never have. Like life that way.
This is a blog about nothing and everything. Because like most people or most people worth knowing I’m a little bit this–a little bit that–a pinch, a touch and so much more.
Courting Destiny will reach double digits next August. And they said we were a flash-in-the-pan! We’ve traveled many roads together. Some exhausting hills. Smooth sailing might be less cumbersome and we could see some interesting sights, but we seem to have been put in this life to keep on having experiences. We promise. We won’t bore you with life lessons.
I admire expertise and people who can give advice. It amazes me how so many people know so much.
When I began this blog I read a lot of blogs on blogging. People would say how they think blogs should be written. I found that unnerving and usually wrong for me. I still do.
I don’t understand the concept of “followers.” People drank the Kool Aid when they must have known something was wrong.
So far my radar for spotting and staying out of trouble has never truly failed me. (Kinehorah–I would make such a great Jewish mother if only I had a kid.)
I lack chutzpah. I lack the button that says: “listen to me and only me. Don’t listen unless you pay.” Yet I can be very bossy. I’ve truly never understood that dichotomy.
Oh right, the Vargas pinup has changed from the more severe redhead (Savannah) to a flirty blonde(Delilah) for no particular reason other than I read pulp fiction and noir and thus must have a pinup as my doppelganger.
When I was young my father had a client who had “girly” magazines and calendars. First I was grossed out. Then I went into proper feminist rage–and I wasn’t even really a feminist in any way other than lifestyle. Refused to change my name when I got married at 21. Things like that.
Now I would want the calendars and magazines. They represent a world I never knew and maybe romanticize too much.
This blog plays with words, forms and genres. It likes to have fun. It was taught in two English universities because of its unique brand of just about everything. Being taught in any university shocked me!
I’m not here to answer the perpetual question: is personal blogging dead? I’m in a “who cares, we’ll do it anyway” mood–sort of like Scarlett thinking about it tomorrow.
I could speak social media lingo but why?
And the 35 years of living like a grad student in NY? 30 of them were so worth it!