they say that all good things must end someday

There are two more weekends left in the summer. Then, as quickly as it came, summer will be gone. Having been down south for so long, I never realized how fast a NY summer was. The heat comes, typically, in July and lasts until August, and by the end of September, you're in boots and a jacket. Summer rolls in out here like the firehouse carnival - bringing with it glittering lights, interesting people, and wonderful food. Suddenly, out of seemingly nowhere, you find yourself putting on a hoodie at night, and before you know it, summer has breezed out of town.

Having made a conscious effort to curb my self-destruction summer tour '08 (and having faceplanted on a rock, smashing my face to near bits) i've been able to cut myself off from the world completely and create my own little safe bubble. I feel like I perhaps should have done this from the start, when I first arrived back here. Shell-shocked and numb, I hibernated for about a week, then threw myself whole-heartedly into doing what girls like I do best - hitting the pub. Hell, anyone, on the heels of breaking up with their not-so-future husband would probably do the same. Or jump off a bridge. I jumped, alright, straight into salty townie bars. Ain't nothing wrong with that. So, now, after not going out for about the past 3 or so weeks, I feel much better. I can be the elusive girl again - not the local prodigal daughter (which I really am) but the mysterious, glamorous, fun and exciting one.

I will be getting a phone call in the next few days that may direct my next move. In a matter of days, if I get the news I am hoping for, I will be scrambling to pack up everything I have, and scrambling to find an apartment in Brooklyn. That's what I want. However, I see myself scrambling, should I get the job, to squeeze every bit of summer out of what time I have left here, and squeezing any bit of relaxation and lack of responsibility out of the slacker lifestyle i've done so well since November. That's not a bad thing, and honestly, being gone before winter is worth it.