I'm a Big Kid now!

Dear Glob,

Finally… the relocation has begun.

Since Monday, 2/12/2006, my state of mind has moved to Brooklyn, more specifically Prospect Heights. Oh loyal readership, words cannot the happiness I feel – and believe me, that’s not the only lame excuse for not posting new glob entries. Other than my lack of connection to the super information highway, I am slowly trying to reinsert myself back into civilization by meeting up with everyone and their moms located within the MTA system. No, I am not that popular (far from it!), but amazingly enough I have something to do almost every night next week! Not to completely dismiss the last couple of wonderful months with my former Roommates, but it’s damn good to be back!

My apartment is super fabulous! Being the small little girl I am, the space is almost intimidating (not to rub it in… kinda). SAP, D dot and Kristofferson, all knowing my sparse-lifestyle tendencies, joked on my first night that I’d probably never fully furnish my new abode and it would remain an echoing barren wasteland. Contemplating on what I could do fill the space, we came up with the following options: 1) Fill up the entire living room with plastic balls* and make it a ball pit obstacle course or, 2) Adopt 50 or so cats and become the crazy Cat lady with litter boxes strewn in every corner. Although I moved in some odds and ends today, we’ll see which direction my apartment evolves… Maybe the loneliness of living alone will eventually drive me to the nearest ASPCA, but as of now, it is pure bliss. I’m usually the biggest scardy-cat, who can’t even go into my sister’s old downstairs room for fear of Yoda living in her closet… So you can see why I had hesitations moving in by myself. When he heard that I was living alone, Younger Brother told me he would go nuts without another human presence. The Whale overheard our conversation and said that as you get older, you start to crave the alone-ness, and, subsequently, a good marker of whether not you should marry someone is if you don’t mind them invading your space for more than a couple of days. After a week of living in my apartment, I still can’t wipe this silly grin off my face I’m so gosh darn happy. Case in point: On Wednesday, I woke up from sleeping on my deflated air mattress (the pump was broken) to a snowy winter wonderland. Not having to shovel or worry about my morning commute, my green wellies easily trudged through the snow to the subway. When I got into work, people had roses or candy on their desks, sent to them from loved ones in celebration of Valentine’s Day. I am an ardent hater of everything winter and am usually bitter about my seemingly perpetual state of singledom. I should have been ready to throw grenades attached to boomerangs, but instead felt nothing but sweet sweet euphoria… So good. So good. Baby, its so good.

Again, writing is hard when all you want to do is cartwheel and proclaim how good everything is to anyone who will listen. Its kind of like how Alanis Morriset had a hit record when she wrote angry "You outta know" songs, but was soon revealed to be the chump she really is when she started singing happy tunes. So pardon this high peak in my biorythm, and give me a couple more weeks to settle down. I’m sure I’ll be back to my usual campy writing voice soon. But as of now… HUZZAH HUZZAH!

*BTW: If anyone finds themselves at a McDonalds with a play place, think of you buddy, Chewie, and grab a bucketful for my apartment.