Rambling elegy... So it's goodbye New York, and what the fuck do you say about that?

In some ways leaving NY is more overwhelming and full of import that moving to NY. Moving to NY is all hopes and dreams and stars in your eyes and then you're here and the stars in your eyes get ripped out and crammed down your throat, and what do you know? You love the taste of the stars in your eyes! So you're living hand to mouth and feasting on the shreds of your youthful dreams, and you're meeting people and they're doing things and you're thinking maybe you could do things too. Things that sound like good things to do when you tell them to other people. That's a dangerous, tilting, place to be, but it's after all a pretty good place.

But leaving NY, well that's another story entirely. If you've lived here long enough to get it rubbed into your skin, which may be ten minutes or ten years depending on your tolerance for, and affinity to, grit, you've mentally divided the world up into New York and Not New York. You talk all the time about what the strange land that is Not New York is like. Like how fat people are in Not New York and how cheap the housing is in Not New York. Maybe people in Not New York expand to fill the surely enormous ballrooms and winding corridors that they must live in at those prices. So now we're heading into Not New York.

The last time I left NY it was to move into my parents barn, driving there with the collective wreck of my life packed in a U-Haul my mother lent me the money for which I managed to run into a parked car in Massachusetts. Needless to say I was leaving NY more than I was going anywhere. This time I am definitely Going Somewhere with Someone Important to Change Our Lives. That makes it easier, and easier is good. That's my new mantra, because living in NY I've gotten far too used to the idea that life is a struggle dotted with lovely evenings you can mostly remember forever.

Leaving NY is a little like being born again. Not born really, though the tolls alone will cost you about as much a good insurance plan will charge you for a live birth. Born again, because hopefully you have friends before and after, but everything's changed and maybe you're wearing a smock maybe not, I think here is where my simile breaks down.

But born or born again, we're definitely going through some kind of birth process. And like all births, this one is transitioning from the seriously uncomfortable to the physically painful. As Sheri so bluntly put it, we are FREAKING THE FUCK OUT! I think I've gotten to the point of having hallucinations because Apple is moving to Intel, Newsweek attacked the whitehouse on cnn, and I saw a Batman movie I liked. So either I'm having stress induced visions, or it's the endtimes.

Anyway, goodbye NY you ugly, dirty, foul-smelling old bastard, I'm sure going to miss you.

Hello Seattle, you sure look good to me.  ¶ 4:34 PM 1 comments