It is as I've always suspected.
If I regularly had even half a social life, I mightn't ever blog.
For the love of Christ.
Here's what I've been up to the last few days:
1. Working.
2. Escorting Dr. P. around the city.
3. Eating crap/drinking with Dr. P.
4. Gym.
5. His Dark Materials.
I find I get really very frustrated with work when I know there is fun to be engaged in at home or on the town with old friends. That's making this one hard-ass couple of weeks.
Even though Dr. P. has been using my place as a base of right coast operations since last Tuesday, over a week now, I've only actually really gotten to hang out with him for what amounts to about 2.5 days, thanks to my weird work schedule and his attempts at getting himself some (work, that is) for next year. Mind you, it's been fairly high-quality quality time (besides eating crap and drinking, we managed to squeeze in some shopping, sightseeing, and Chicken Little in 3D [his idea, I swear. And that right there is friendship. Because you could not have paid me to see that on my own, let alone gotten me to shell out $2 extra to watch that bitch in 3D. Damnit. It was kinda funny, though.])
There is something wonderful but disconcerting about having a friend you can literally not see for 6 years and then pick right back up where you left off. I had been worried that we wouldn't be able to stand each other anymore, or just wouldn't have anything to say, or, I dunno, just wouldn't click. Turns out we are just enough of who we were to still get along really well.
But now that I remember what it's like to come home to somebody fun, I am totally sinking ass-deep into a serious funk. Just before Dr. P arrived, I went to visit BFF, which was great. And then Dr. P. came to visit, and that's great. But soon he will be gone, rarely to return. Of course, then I'll be heading out to the left coast to whoop it up with M and Mr. C. (Great.) And then the week after that M is coming out out here to whoop it up a little more (Greatgreatgreat.). But once the goddamned holidays are over, it'll just be me and this bleeding city, alone again. *Insert great heaving sigh here*
I've been really trying to play grown-up and not choose places to live based on whether or not my friends are there, but I have slowly come to realize that that approach is stupid as fuck. Must. Rectify. Immediately.
One of the good things that has come from Dr. P's visit, though, is that I have come to realize I actually could voluntarily live with another human being again if I liked them enough. I had thought for some time that I'd grown too old and crotchety and would have to live in adjoining townhouses with my mate, but as it turns out, I only need a tiny adjustment period to get over the idea of having to share space again (it took roughly three days to stop secretly glaring at Dr. P's man-products eating up space in my tiny bathroom. I mean, who needs two electric hair removal thingums, really?! *says the girl with 7 conditioners*). That's something. One day I might actually, you know, what do they call it, slip the knot? Oh no, tie the knot or whatever.
While we're on the topic of my romantic future, I leave you with wise words from my driver this evening:
"Honey, I give you this advice only: Woman should not marry the man she likes, she should marry the man who loves her."
I understood precisely what he meant before he even finished. And while I usually would call talk like that so much codswallop, in this case, I have to admit I rather agree.
posted by Sid @ 11/10/2005 01:05:00 AM
5 Comments:
I think it makes sense to want to live closer to your friends, I think it's harder to make and maintain friendships out of college, people are more guarded with ther friendship as adults, and people are busier.
I think its natural, even among those of us who tend to be loners by nature *raises hand* to not want to be alone.
Hey, you should move to Chicago! Just sayin' ;)
I didn't move from Madison after graduating, despite my dreams of Seattle and coffee, because I didn't want to lose the friends I had (hell, we tried to convince them that moving to Seattle was a good idea).
It's hard as hell to make new friends the older you get, if you don't have friends-of-a-friend thing going on. You get more guarded with people -- some cases, rightfully so.
Anyways, I'm with Keidra -- you'll love Chicago. It's a cool town. And it's close to Madison :)
Though I've never, ever met you...I fourth (or fifth) that move to Chicago sentiment. With two airports it's quite easy to get to those who don't live nearby, the restaurant's are good (just ask the NYT writers these days), the artistic world is thriving, you can still find cheap booze if you look in the right places, did I mention the restaurants?, and we don't move quite as fast as NY, but we still keep up a pretty good clip!
Ladies, I'm a-comin'! I just have to figure out the when/how of it, you know.
Hm.
Hey Sid...'lieve me, I know what it's like to move away...a year later and 3500 miles away from friends and family..*huge sigh... I am here in gotham by myself...having fun, yet.........
Come to the NYC blogger meet up next Friday and hang out....
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