Thursday, November 12, 2009
Bella
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
CaperPlips
Friday, June 19, 2009
Collective Hardware
Monday, January 5, 2009
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Christmas
Pictured below is the roast lamb we ate for dinner. Not very pretty with the blood dripping all around, but it was delicious! Brian dressed and roasted it and made a lovely jus with the bones. I also made a cheescake that cracked like the Grand Canyon down the center (as usual) so I didn't take any photos. Everyone did say it was delicious and had seconds, so I take that as the best compliment. Everything seems to be falling frighteningly fast in place for going to California. I now have places to stay for free, people who will show me around, free storage of my stuff until I find a job and living arrangements. Not one person has responded less than enthusiastically about the whole idea.
I'm very excited. In the bigger picture sense, this is right and will get me closer to some of my long term goals. Let me repeat, I am happy this is happening.
That being said, I've been overwhelmed with feelings of fear and grief about not working and not having that one sure thing. I know that sounds ludicrous. Intellectually, I know its no big deal, really I do. No one has died and no one I know is going to let me become homeless. My subconcious is on another planet however. I think my job has been the only presence in my life that really didn't change since I've moved to NY. When I stop moving (I seem to have "distraction from reality" as my innate superpower) I feel that sensation of free-falling. Sort of flailing about with life whooshing past my face and I have no idea where the floor is or when I might land. I'm having a tough time getting comfortable with this feeling.
Earlier in the week, when I said the definitive phrase outloud to someone "I'm moving to San Francisco", I suddenly couldn't catch my breath and my chest felt like I was 10 feet underwater. I think I almost passed out. No one noticed thankfully, but I think that it was some sort of a panic attack. I'm no doctor and the extent of my knowledge on panic attacks is from the Sopranos, so I could be wildly wrong.
I am always excited by a new adventure and the opportunity for new stories to unfold. I seem to be harping on the negative lately, but there are a lot of positive aspects.






