would a herring as red smell as suite?
hello my first readers...
it's a quarter past one in the morning. and i have to be awake in five hours... it's chilly outside, but not nearly as cold as it must be in new york right now. it's hard to sleep - the heat is on and the large clock on my wall keeps a-tickin'.
since this is my first entry, i'll keep it short and provide a simple update on where it is that i find myself.
after six months in london (the earlier part i spent reliving the days immediately following my undergrad - impecunious and unemployed) i found myself spending a chilly and tumultuous ten months in manhattan, the place i first fell in love. there's something about new york, something that speaks to some of the deepest parts of me. i cant quite say what it is - suffice it to say that my relationship with the city is much like the affairs i have conducted in it. somewhat tempestuous. so it was, that after quite a few years of keeping a firm grip on my emotions, i found myself, once again, on the wrong side of love street.
or perhaps it was the right side. who knows?
it's not important really. what is, is that the few months i spent with K. opened my heart to feelings i had kept shrouded with lust and philandering for a fair amount of time. from there, i hopped, skipped and jumped, while juggling the demands of journalism school (and demanding it was) till i met S. and then, before i got a chance to really get to know her, she left for the south pacific.
it's a quarter past one in the morning. and i have to be awake in five hours... it's chilly outside, but not nearly as cold as it must be in new york right now. it's hard to sleep - the heat is on and the large clock on my wall keeps a-tickin'.
since this is my first entry, i'll keep it short and provide a simple update on where it is that i find myself.
after six months in london (the earlier part i spent reliving the days immediately following my undergrad - impecunious and unemployed) i found myself spending a chilly and tumultuous ten months in manhattan, the place i first fell in love. there's something about new york, something that speaks to some of the deepest parts of me. i cant quite say what it is - suffice it to say that my relationship with the city is much like the affairs i have conducted in it. somewhat tempestuous. so it was, that after quite a few years of keeping a firm grip on my emotions, i found myself, once again, on the wrong side of love street.
or perhaps it was the right side. who knows?
it's not important really. what is, is that the few months i spent with K. opened my heart to feelings i had kept shrouded with lust and philandering for a fair amount of time. from there, i hopped, skipped and jumped, while juggling the demands of journalism school (and demanding it was) till i met S. and then, before i got a chance to really get to know her, she left for the south pacific.
maybe it was my heartache that i was running from. or maybe i just needed the job. whatever the case may be, it brought me to sunny california and the coastline of the very ocean that had broken my heart. i made the move with much trepidation, unsure of whether i would truly be able to conquer the west. silly really, those butterflies, in retrospect... time passed, i worked, found a place, got a California driving license and bought a cherry red MR2 - one of my childhood dream cars.
and i met T. but we will speak more of Tashi later.
and i met T. but we will speak more of Tashi later.
for now, it is almost 2am. and my eyelids are growing heavy. tomorrow promises to be another fun-filled day spent at the red herring office in suite z, 1931 old middlefield way, mountain view.
until next time, yours in dreaming...
'o'
until next time, yours in dreaming...
'o'
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