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caraigWell, just to update y'all: I made it back home safely.
Yes, I am once again in New York. Over the course of the next few days I'lll be updating my web site to reflect this.
A bit about the trip.... Packing was simply awful. I was, literally, Not Jonathan this past Friday. I kept throwing stuff in the trailer, coming back to the apartment, and finding something else that needed packing. Packing alone stinks like nothing else.
I was right, though, in that once I got on the road I'd be all right. And I pretty much was, the drive was uneventful except for a few... issues. Here they are. (Gaze in awe upon my 1337 #7m1 $ki11z! Or not. =) )
Fear Non Sequitor Man: While I was in Maryland spending the night, I caught Deep Blue Sea. I think Samuel L. Jackson has the most... ignominous... death... EVER in that movie. I mean, really. Speech speech speech speech speech speech SPLASH CHOMP.
So I'm sitting at my desk here in New york. It's the basement apartment to my parent's home. I must have spent a good portion of my adult life here. It's nice, all in all. Chilly, even in summer, for which I'm grateful. I'm wearing a sweater right now. It feels so good to wear a sweater after being in Florida.
But the particular position I'm sitting in, with a sweater, typing at the computer, the faint chill of the room.... I'm having strong flashbacks to December. And not merely of when I was here in New York, but my classes in December at school, as well. It's a very wierd feeling. If I close my eyes... and give myself a few moments... maybe even listen to the right music... I can suddenly find myself remembering a few moments with terrible clarity. Sitting in what would become the HP computer lab, waiting for the instructors to check off our latest work. Sitting in my apartment, hammering away at my latest prose on the laptop. Standing in the hallway, waiting for the chance to see and say 'hi' to her again. And up here in New York, when the air outside the window was as still as only a cold night could make it, with the sodium lights casing a yellow-orange hue through the windows, reflected from the gentle snowdrifts piled against the house, the Christmas lights making little festive glows of reds and golds through the blinds, Mom and Dad upstairs playing some Christmas'y music.
I don't know why I'm suddenly having these were memory flashes. It's not so much disturbing as... disquieting. I don't want to say there there's some sort of sense of loss here, but... I don't quite know how to otherwise describe this feeling. I feel out-of-place when I come back to the here-and-now.
Well. Tomorrow is going to be a lot of unpacking. I also need to return the trailer, and then I can...
Well... try to find a job. In an economy that sucks mountains.
The biggest fear I have right now is that in four month's time I will be saying, 'Would you like fries with that?' But I gotta be positive. I will get a job in computer animation. Even doing flying logos can be very cool. So I have to hold on to that.
Yes, I am once again in New York. Over the course of the next few days I'lll be updating my web site to reflect this.
A bit about the trip.... Packing was simply awful. I was, literally, Not Jonathan this past Friday. I kept throwing stuff in the trailer, coming back to the apartment, and finding something else that needed packing. Packing alone stinks like nothing else.
I was right, though, in that once I got on the road I'd be all right. And I pretty much was, the drive was uneventful except for a few... issues. Here they are. (Gaze in awe upon my 1337 #7m1 $ki11z! Or not. =) )
- All northbound parts of the beltway were closed from about 8PM Saturday night to 10AM Sunday morning. I learned this at 6:16 PM (1815) on Saturday, seventy miles from the Beltway. It was a classic case of mob behavior. As we were tooling along I-95 North, we saw the flashing sign giving us this vital closure information. There was perhaps one mile after where we were all considering our options... then bit by bit the ambient driving speed started to increase. We were all thinking the same thing: If we hurry, we can make it. We did not. Turns out they meant SIX PM, not 8. I ended up stopping about an hour earlier than I wanted -- not a bad thing -- and got a good rest.
- There was a two-mile backup. Turns out a company that makes log cabin homes was making a demonstration model. So of course everyone on I-95 decided to stop and watch. Dumbkopfs!
- As further proof that the road gods were colluding against me, the northbound lanes (sense a trend here?) on the bridge between Maryland and Delaware were closed due to an accident. I ended up reminding myself in Harve de Grace, MD, why I dislike McDonald's.
Fear Non Sequitor Man: While I was in Maryland spending the night, I caught Deep Blue Sea. I think Samuel L. Jackson has the most... ignominous... death... EVER in that movie. I mean, really. Speech speech speech speech speech speech SPLASH CHOMP.
So I'm sitting at my desk here in New york. It's the basement apartment to my parent's home. I must have spent a good portion of my adult life here. It's nice, all in all. Chilly, even in summer, for which I'm grateful. I'm wearing a sweater right now. It feels so good to wear a sweater after being in Florida.
But the particular position I'm sitting in, with a sweater, typing at the computer, the faint chill of the room.... I'm having strong flashbacks to December. And not merely of when I was here in New York, but my classes in December at school, as well. It's a very wierd feeling. If I close my eyes... and give myself a few moments... maybe even listen to the right music... I can suddenly find myself remembering a few moments with terrible clarity. Sitting in what would become the HP computer lab, waiting for the instructors to check off our latest work. Sitting in my apartment, hammering away at my latest prose on the laptop. Standing in the hallway, waiting for the chance to see and say 'hi' to her again. And up here in New York, when the air outside the window was as still as only a cold night could make it, with the sodium lights casing a yellow-orange hue through the windows, reflected from the gentle snowdrifts piled against the house, the Christmas lights making little festive glows of reds and golds through the blinds, Mom and Dad upstairs playing some Christmas'y music.
I don't know why I'm suddenly having these were memory flashes. It's not so much disturbing as... disquieting. I don't want to say there there's some sort of sense of loss here, but... I don't quite know how to otherwise describe this feeling. I feel out-of-place when I come back to the here-and-now.
Well. Tomorrow is going to be a lot of unpacking. I also need to return the trailer, and then I can...
Well... try to find a job. In an economy that sucks mountains.
The biggest fear I have right now is that in four month's time I will be saying, 'Would you like fries with that?' But I gotta be positive. I will get a job in computer animation. Even doing flying logos can be very cool. So I have to hold on to that.
