I'm moving...again. Ugh. Yuck. Moving.
I wish I could say that I'm moving into a fabulous new apartment close to Central Park. AAAAAhhhh Central PAAAHHHK in NEWWWW--ORHKKK! But no. I'm not. I could just take the remains of the student loan money still in my grasp and spend it on rent money for a fabulous new apartment close to Central Park because well, rents are ridiculously low (Think $1200 for a nice studio, $1400 for a 1 BR). Low enough that even I can afford. Low enough that I could live below 96th Street. Like, if I had a full-time job I wouldn't even have to THINK about living in Queens or Brooklyn. I could live in Manhattan. Just the job thing is a problem.
So I'm moving...back in with my parents. And to make matters even worse, I'm moving back to Staten Island. I don't so much mind living with my parents like I used to. I kinda miss them....actually, I miss them alot. Just, Staten Island. Just, Staten Island. This means I have to start driving on the regs again. Staten Island is far. Far away from everything. Far from Beau, far from friends, far from all things I love, like pinkberry and walking to starbucks and putting my toes in the grass during an outdoor concert, and running to escape the rain in the sticky Manhattan heat, and getting up on Sunday morning hungover to have delicious french toast with unlimited mimosa's outside, and most of all waking up on a weekend and looking out the window and the day just beckons! In Staten Island none of these things happen.
Sure you can drive or walk to a park but it's not the same because you have to find a parking spot, and you also have to DRIVE or walk to a starbucks but since there are only 3 on the entire island they're always PACKED and people bring their CHILDREN there and there's always some stupid teenagers with nothing better to do hanging out. No one comes to Staten Island to perform, and there aren't really any cafe's to hang out and drink champagne before 12:00 p.m. It's mostly just highway, large streets that are slow-moving highways, and winding too-little congested roads with an occasional golf course next to it. I'm really not joking.
At least I have Ginger...sigh.
I needa finda jobba upon return from 'Nam. More about that later.
