Monday, August 23, 2010

Peace Out and Namaste, New York.

"The time has come. The time is now. Just go. Go. GO! I don't care how...
You can go on stilts. You can go by fish. You can go in a Crunk-Car if you wish." 

- Dr. Seuss, Marvin K. Mooney Will You Please Go Now

A Crunk-Car, Mr. Seuss, M.D., Ph.D.? I do wish.

The time has come: this Saturday, I'm packing up a car (with an overwhelming heap of boxes filled with books, comics, DVDs, tchotchkes, clothes, and random loose articles like tea bags, bobby pins and fancy matchbooks) climbing in, and leaving New York City to return to Massachusetts after four years.

There are several reasons why this move makes a whole lot of sense, and if you know me, you know them. For the rest of you, you should know it has to do with "family stuff" - nothing life-or-death, but important, nonetheless. I'll be staying with my family for a few months to help out and get my feet on the ground, then zip off to Boston (where I lived for a few years previously in the North End).

I've scored a sweet new job as a senior publicist at a mid-sized book publisher in the area, and will be making up for lost time with old friends at local haunts; checking out bands, movies and indies with the little bro (until he moves to Japan for a year in November!); cooking dinner with my Dad, being forced to watch mind-numbing wedding shows like Say Yes to the Dress with Mom; weaseling my way into the neighborhood comic shop until it becomes "mine." I'll be blogging more, taking the time to write, catching up on books I want to read and spend some time, finally, putting my graphic novels in alphabetical order.

I'm looking forward to sleep devoid of sirens, thumping bass and the metallic melody of suspicious midnight-roaming ice cream trucks - at least until I get sick of the quiet. I can't wait for the New England autumn to surround me in that burnt-sienna kind of hug, that smoky air, the crunch of leaves under my feet. I like that.

I'm excited. Frightened. Happy. Relieved. Nervous. I'm afraid of being bored. I have friends that I'm going to miss terribly. I'm petrified of no all-night pizza and Indian food delivery.

Four apartments, five jobs (freelance or otherwise), one sublet swindle, a few failed romances, one laptop robbery, and several indecent subway exposures later, it will be nice a way I haven't been able to for a long time.

Peace out...and Namaste, New York.


Cara Underwood said...

I am ECSTATIC for you. Beyond ecstatic, actually!! I know how hard it is to leave, but you are going to be so happyblogtime to be home!!!

And I can't WAIT to come see you in Boston!!!

I love you terribly, and miss you so much my loverly.

JK_Woodward said...

Both Monica and I will miss you terribly. But on the other hand, we still can't wait to visit you in MA.
so I won't say goodbye or good luck(I agree with Holden Caufield that that's a horribble thing to say to anyone). Instead I'll say, see you soon!


good work keep it up

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