I've been very content and settled lately. Getting back to Brooklyn was the best thing I could have done for myself. I've been seeing lots of old friends, people I adore, and reconnecting with some old aquaintances. Work is good - I am finally one of those freaks who loves her job. Who am I? I barely know anymore.
This past week was CMJ, so there were lots of parties and concerts and cocktails consumed. I also ran into more old friends - it was great to have people truly excited and happy that i'm back. I didn't think I realized how much I missed New York, my New York, until I got back here to Brooklyn. I missed all the quirky New Yorkisms I missed (and forgot!) until I saw them again. Passing familiar faces and places and spending too much money on a can of PBR - I missed it all.
I have been (blush, blush) spending a fair amount of time with a gentleman friend, a gentleman friend with a penchant for Hall and Oates karaoke, who makes me laugh, and who I still get excited about seeing his number pop up on my caller ID. This is a good thing, no? Taking things very slowly and not stressing about it is all I am capable of at present, and that seems to be working very nicely.
I've been dropping pounds (and jean sizes, hooray!) like mad lately. Feeling good. Looking (dare I say) good. Happy to wear my boots, tight jeans and scarves. Ready for my birthday, next month, and for the first half of my 20's (and all the bullshit that came with) to be over, and this past crazy year to be over. I have an appointment in a few weeks for my present to myself. Not telling, but you can figure it out, i'm sure. This is a perfect time of year. Beautiful, gorgeous, mature, hopeful autumn in New York.
