I’m in NYC.
It’s a fantastic place. A million worlds collide and exist separately at the same time.
I stop to see a man playing the violin in the subway and can’t help but realize why he’s there – taking advantage of some dichotomistic public seclusion and some acoustics that make sound wrap around you.
The kids near the Union Square subway are skating. Creating a skatepark out of a tipped over trashcan and a waxed up curb.
I miss Stephanie.
A party is being thrown and you didn’t get the invite, because you didn’t log in.
Your cousin had a baby, but you missed the status update.
Your friend can’t find her keys, but now you know about it.
You visit a “very busy” friend to see some mobster/hitman/vegetable garden game trolling on their monitor.
And meanwhile, half your family “is figuring this Facebook thing out.”
…
Is it just me, or has the once meager college “social” network created a distance in the world and a false sense of connectedness. Congrats on the whole profitability thing by the way. How much did you have to sell your soul for? ;)
That’s a 1-year snapshot. Before on the left, after on the right. What happened (I really need to retire that flannel shirt from the early-morning-pajama pile)? ;)
I live about an hour from my parents. This is fantastic in many ways. I don’t know how to even begin looking for the words to describe how wonderful they are; and seeing them when I need to, has brought an ease to my daily life that many can’t count on.
Tonight I stayed at their house so I could leave my car here while I go away for the weekend to a friend’s wedding in another state. (Parking at the airport is ridiculously expensive; and I’d like to go to the movies this month.)
And, something that I never noticed before hit me. This house smells like my life. I spent almost my entire life here and I never thought it smelled like anything at all. Other kids houses always smelled weird. Mine never smelled of a thing…
I’ve been “out of the house,” since I was 20, renting until this past spring when I purchased a “recession special” (my words, not theirs) in Detroit – a beautiful loft-esque masterpiece that was gleaned for 70% its’ price, the year prior.
Trying to fall asleep in my parents’ house is impossible. The smell keeps me awake; reminding me of building in the garage with my Dad, scrapping my knee skateboarding out front, the many wonderful nights my mom would stay up sowing the night before halloween so I’d have the coolest costume… My life flashes before my eyes by the gallons…
And, it reckons to be said that every day my house starts to feel a little bit more like a home. But, it’s still an alien dwelling to me. I’m not home yet. But I’ll get there. And then someday its’ smell will wrap me in warm fuzzy feelings – I can only hope.
Tore are discussing. 
Tore 4:21 pm on 12 Sep 2009 Permalink
Change of shirt?
Matt 10:30 pm on 14 Sep 2009 Permalink
perhaps starting to use the other side of your brain? :-)