It generally happens as you get older, time whooshing by, but it's amazing how the hustle of the city just pulls you along until another week has passed by. I constantly find myself incredulous that it's another Monday/Friday/deadline, etc.
I'm currently wearing myself out trying to move into my totally adorable and incredibly tiny (around 200 sf) loft apartment- it's like starting over from scratch, with most of my things in storage in Seattle and not worth the effort to ship out. The blank slate is kind of fun, but mostly overwhelming.
I spent all evening after work in search of things like towels and shower curtain rings and found myself ravenous, achey, and exhausted at eleven pm when I wrapped it up, trudging back to the East Village to drop my heavy, awkward bags after their retail jaunt and subway journey.
This place will totally wear you out, carrying you away in the swarm of the city. I can't wait to have a furnished apartment to lay down in after a long day! I'm about two steps from walking into Macy's or CB2 and putting all the furnishings I need on my card and asking them to take it to my place. I'm sleeping in SoHo until I've got things to sit/lay on.
Life here is great, but man, is it a lot of work.
On top of all this, I'm supposed to be spending this time enjoying shopping for gifts for others and not stressing out over storage solutions at Bed Bath and Beyond as I did today... so now instead of a christmas present for grandma, I have some lovely moss-green bath towels.
Will write about my crazy past few days involving my knee wound and meeting of celebrities when I have more time and can do it justice. For now, I'm going to try and get my nightly five and a half hours of sleep (ouch).
1 comment:
hey look it's me on the phone! lol.
your blog will tell you that i'm stalking you - i left your page open for a whole hour and a half.
i'm excited for your new place - let's go shopping at CB2! (and how weird is it that ken has your bedspread?)
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