Happy New Year, everyone!
I hope you all enjoyed your holidays. Due to New Year's/life plans falling through, I ended up spending a whole extra week at my parent's house in upstate New York. It was the longest amount of time I've spent there since the days of college breaks. Intensity. But now I'm back (!) and here are some bits of knowledge I've gained about myself and life in general:
When I'm away from New York for too long, I get twitchy: After the excitement and overall family craziness of Christmas wore off, it took me all of a day to begin pining for NYC. Parental home is all well and good; I just feel better when I'm in New York is all.
When I leave city limits of any kind, I get twitchy: My hometown is technically a city, albeit a very small one. However, compared to its surrounding towns, it might as well be Paris. I crossed the border exactly twice, once with me driving and once a friend drove, and both times I stared out the window with equal parts confusion, awe, and terror as the streetlights became fewer and farther between and bars that look like houses appeared more and more alongside the road. Call me a city wuss, but that much darkness and open space scares me.
More Human than Human by White Zombie is the greatest song of all time: The single best moment of my week, and possibly life, was driving by myself on the NYS Thruway blasting this song and singing along when I could. Now I know what Tom Cruise felt like when he did that 'Free Fallin" scene in Jerry Maguire.
Craig Ferguson is funny: Has this always been the case? Was I blinded by Conan that whole time?
I don't read when I'm away from home: I know; it's a travesty, but apparently I need the ever-relaxing quiet of the New York City subway system to enjoy a good book.
Coffeehouses make everything better: On a lazy day off, I usually head to my local cafe, sit down with a book, and hang out for a few hours. Having to ask permission to use the car made this luxury a little harder to satisfy, but I managed to support my favorite local business and get some much-needed coffee breaks at the same time. For me, going to a coffeehouse isn't so much about drinking a cup of coffee as it is a lifestyle choice essential to my mental survival. I'm not exactly sure how I became this way, but I will guess that the "favorite local business" I speak of was directly responsible.
The gift that keeps on giving is definitely a nook: Seriously.
Well, folks. I guess that's about it. It's good to be back. I'm excited for sharing some new stories, seeing more of YOUR work (that's right, I'm talking to you, people who haven't submitted yet!), and starting a new decade!