Chalkboard Quote 01
Posted on | October 1, 2012 | 7 Comments
As I mentioned, I have a brand new, super fun chalkboard that I painted in my living room. I love it. And have decided that I’m going to feature a weekly (ish) quote that I’ve drawn on said chalk board here with you. I’m feeling this one from Augusten Burroughs currently. Let’s have a good week, yes?
Here’s to Change
Posted on | September 26, 2012 | 9 Comments
The last two or three days have been the first really fall like days this year. I am always sad (heartbroken, even) to see summer end. But it’s also exciting. I’m not sure I could ever live someplace where the seasons didn’t change. I’m a creature who craves change. I like variety and absolutely loathe the feeling of being bored or trapped. This is why I move every two years. I feed on the newness. A new place to make a home and a new corner of New York City to get to know. This is also why I have ended up in the line of work that I have. Because I’m a freelancer, I’m always in a state of limbo-ishness. Who knows what job will pop up next? Or when the current gig will end? It’s exciting and scary at times. But it keeps things interesting, which is important to this lady. And don’t even get me started on what this addiction to change means for my poor love life. I’m not in the mood to cover that today.
So, I’ve been at this current apartment for two years now and I’ve signed on to stay for another six months. (Amy factoid: that’s the longest I’ve lived anywhere since I left for college) In the next six months I plan on deciding what to do next. This could mean mixing things up and moving to Brooklyn. And it could mean staying in my beloved West Village. Time will tell. But I hope you’ll stick around to help me figure it all out. And in the meantime my need for change drove me to take down all the art on the wall behind my couch and paint a brand new, giant chalkboard for doodling and other various fun. And the beauty of a chalkboard? It’s so very easy to change.
It’s True Love
Posted on | September 14, 2012 | 6 Comments
Georgia, the namesake of this blog, will always occupy a huge amount of real estate in my heart. Not only is it my home state but it’s where many of the people I love most in this world reside. The universe did me a solid by making me a southerner and I thank my lucky stars for that quite often. But, I was thinking about the fact that I’ve been in New York for eight years earlier this week and that’s a damn long time. Long enough to make New York a second home. My home. And holy shit do I love this town.
New York is always reminding you that you are alive. Your senses are always alert here. And you know that feeling when you look up at the stars and you realize just how fucking tiny and ridiculous we all are? Well, New York does that to me all the time. It keeps me humble and I’m grateful for it.
New York is a force to be reckoned with, kind of like the ocean. Just when you think maybe you’ve got this town all figured out, it will doing something that leaves you dumbfounded. New York is fickle and keeps you you on your toes. One of the only things you can count on in this town is that it’s always changing. People move here and then move away and things open and close on a dime. Every place, thing and moment is precious in New York.
It’s much more than just the place I live. In some ways, it’s like another character in the story of my life. When my life sort of fell apart after a bad break-up, New York was here for me. I moved 80 blocks south and started all over again. I was lost and then I found myself. I lied, I’m still finding myself. And as I move through the days and months and years and try to figure out what I want my life to be, I always fall back on New York. No, I’m not sure if this is where I belong. But it’s where I am and that makes me happy. Looking for love and happiness and good things in this crazy town.
And when all else fails and work is annoying and the boys are acting stupid, I always have this place. Because the truth is, I’m already in love. I’m in love with you, New York City.
“…quite simply, I was in love with New York. I do not mean “love” in any colloquial way, I mean that I was in love with the city, the way you love the first person who ever touches you and you never love anyone quite that way again.”
-Joan Didion
xo
The Dating Files: Clueless
Posted on | September 7, 2012 | 11 Comments
So even though the most recent Dating Files post I wrote was on “What I Want,” these days I’m feeling more lost than ever in that department. The truth is I don’t have a clue what I want. I can’t commit to buying a record player or signing a one year lease. How will I ever commit to a relationship again? The truth is, as a friend recently put it, I have been through the ringer when it comes to relationships. And once you have been so very wrong about people and relationships and where to invest your love, you start doubting yourself. You get a little nervous about doing it all over again. Sometimes I feel like the older I get the less sure I am about what I want. Which is terrifying. You hope that as the months and years go by you’ll gain some sort of clarity and it’ll all become so obvious. But that hasn’t happened.
In the past few months I’ve considered buying an apartment here in New York. My lease is up at the end of this month so I thought I’d make a change. I thought about buying in a few different areas of Brooklyn, and recently considered buying in my beloved West Village. It scares the ever loving bejesus out of me. It’s such a commitment and such a huge decision and one that you will be paying for and dealing with for many, many years. So I lost my nerve, I backed down. I decided to just move to Brooklyn and rent and then I lost my nerve again. My final plan was to move apartment within the West Village and I couldn’t even pull the trigger on that. So here I am, after all of that, staying put in my same apartment delaying any decision making about buying vs. renting and Brooklyn vs. Manhattan for another six months.
The money and the time and the commitment of buying an apartment only makes sense if it’s something you really, really want. But, what do you do when you have absolutely no idea what you want? And although this is about my NYC living situation, I feel like it mirrors my dating life. I’ve met plenty of nice boys just like I’ve seen plenty of nice apartments. But I was always left with the thought that there might be something better out there.
The truth is, I don’t know what I want. And I’m not sure that I’ll ever figure it out. But what I can do, and what I plan to do, is to keep looking (for a nice boy and a nice apartment) and hopefully I’ll find one of each. And it won’t matter what I want anymore because I’ll know that I’ve found it.
So tell me. Am I getting more or less crazy?
xo and happy weekend.
Amy
Obama Pride
Posted on | September 6, 2012 | 8 Comments
Very proud democrat here, enjoying all of the DNC coverage. I don’t have cable so I watch it on C-Span – old school. My bleeding heart was so moved and inspired by the speakers that I made another donation and bought some of my favorite people Obama shirts. We’ve gotta support the team, right? I love the custom state tees where you can choose your ink and shirt color plus personalize to your homestate. Only little hiccup is, I’ve always sort of felt a dual citizenship when it comes to states. Can I be both a Georgian AND a New Yorker for Obama??
Can’t wait to see the big guy speak tonight. Now, you should probably go and get a t-shirt for your ownself. Come on, let’s win this thing.
p.s. Am I the only one who wants Clinton to run again? Is that legal? Hill & Bill 2016? Update: he can’t run again. sad horn.
