I am from Arbroath, Angus. Tomorrow I move to New York.
In case you were wondering, let me tell you – the whole Moving To An Exciting New Place isn’t all fucking lovely biscuits, as one might suppose.
It’s been sixteen months since the turning point of being excited about moving somewhere else. That principle, that bright optimistic potential of displacement and cultural immersion remains; but circumstances conspire to jizz in the chips.
First and constantly foremost is that my grandparents are amazingly unwell. This is upsetting for everyone involved. I have to be able to return home at short notice. Bonds within the family are stretched, and there is friction. Relationships to be managed.
Outside of the family, actual adult relationship relationships demonstrate their enduring capacity for generating hurt.
For mundane stresses, I am moving house. More than that, I am moving country and continent. And currency. And systems of taxation and healthcare. I am working just as hard as ever. With vacation time saved to see family at Christmas. With a pay cut due to different salary conventions in NYC, and a new flat-full of furniture to buy. Just in time for the January tax return lottery that I got stung with last year.
Boo fucking hoo, I know. Nevertheless, the net effect is that the last few weeks have been numb and introverted; a blank-faced execution of complex To Do’s and a shocking demotivation at work. No anticipation at all. Most days I just want to go to sleep and forget about everything.
For now I am working hard just to keep my shit together. I’m sure some kind of fun stuff will follow eventually. I will let you know.
02-Nov-07 at 2:46 pm | Permalink
Tonight I will give you a most needed hug.
02-Nov-07 at 7:53 pm | Permalink
You should know anyway but we are thinking of you, and you should also know that I love you lots!
Keep punching kid!
xx
04-Nov-07 at 5:01 pm | Permalink
*hugs* LOL.
Nasty shit, all that. B
04-Nov-07 at 5:15 pm | Permalink
(I HATES it when it does that)
..ut, optimism is the obvious key. Dunno whether you’ve had time to ponder the lack of feathers under your oxters and the implication of what that indicates, so i’ll spell it out, yo. Humans, right. Humans are not meant to be migratory animals. It was never meant to be easy, and would be way less interesting in the long run if it was, because every yahoo with a bike and a banjo would be doing it..
But being a specnid, you prolly already know that. Itsh all about reaping what you sew, innit..
Meantime, since Caitlin is kickin it with the Most Needed Hugs, I shall offer you Tea and Sympathy:
http://www.teaandsympathynewyork.com/deliveries.php
x
07-Nov-07 at 7:36 am | Permalink
what’s happenning bro?:-D get the pints down your napper and get yo’self laid! Feeling your anxtiety but in a way, fuck it. You’re in the land of opportunity, even if you think your head is in the bin:-) we care a lot, and rest easy in that knowledge. Succeed and superseed boyo, ya never know, you may just like it;-) peace and slugging Aaron, so get yourself down the old gay bar! Ry x
08-Nov-07 at 8:01 pm | Permalink
Ethan Hawke, yo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tPthVCuU3Yk
P.S. XXX