The Unrecorded Magnetic Field of Buffalo, NY
NYC here I come my ass.
One day I will figure out why events (some patient related, but many just strange life entanglements) keep conspiring to make sure I never get anything resembling a vacation again. 5 months now and not a wisp of one.
Vegas - no go. Politics.
Italy - no go. Viral Pneumonia (well okay, the worst bronchitis you can get before pneumonia)
Now NYC - no go it turns out. Patient related (and I'll leave it at I am just too neurotic to leave unfinished business).
I am feeling pretty low. I intend to tilt off some dough now and might even "go busto" tonight.
BTW, that last post reread after 7 hours of sleep is interesting to me on a couple of levels. The first is that I don't recall ever consciously articulating that sentiment towards NYC ever before in my life. I think it was brewing beneath the surface but I had never really said it aloud or written it down. I also think Hoy and Rav hit the nail on the head. I think I have likely been carrying around a vestigial grudge that it's time to let go of. Strangely (or perhaps not-so-strangely) one of my fondest memories of my mom is the time we visited NYC when I was ten. We had a fight while visiting the WTC and I said some pretty horrible things. I used all the money I had brought with me to buy her one of those fake "emerald rings" you could get in the gift shops there. I gave it to her on the way up the elevator and apologized. She accepted and gave me a surprisingly warm hug. I still remember her smiling at me in that elevator.
Which is to say, I like NYC. And am now determined to reclaim her from my assumptions.
I just need to figure out how to achieve escape velocity from Buffalo (a city I truly love and am fast considering home) in order to get a chance to miss it a bit.
MTF. [5 days Hoy. over/under is going to get demolished]
One day I will figure out why events (some patient related, but many just strange life entanglements) keep conspiring to make sure I never get anything resembling a vacation again. 5 months now and not a wisp of one.
Vegas - no go. Politics.
Italy - no go. Viral Pneumonia (well okay, the worst bronchitis you can get before pneumonia)
Now NYC - no go it turns out. Patient related (and I'll leave it at I am just too neurotic to leave unfinished business).
I am feeling pretty low. I intend to tilt off some dough now and might even "go busto" tonight.
BTW, that last post reread after 7 hours of sleep is interesting to me on a couple of levels. The first is that I don't recall ever consciously articulating that sentiment towards NYC ever before in my life. I think it was brewing beneath the surface but I had never really said it aloud or written it down. I also think Hoy and Rav hit the nail on the head. I think I have likely been carrying around a vestigial grudge that it's time to let go of. Strangely (or perhaps not-so-strangely) one of my fondest memories of my mom is the time we visited NYC when I was ten. We had a fight while visiting the WTC and I said some pretty horrible things. I used all the money I had brought with me to buy her one of those fake "emerald rings" you could get in the gift shops there. I gave it to her on the way up the elevator and apologized. She accepted and gave me a surprisingly warm hug. I still remember her smiling at me in that elevator.
Which is to say, I like NYC. And am now determined to reclaim her from my assumptions.
I just need to figure out how to achieve escape velocity from Buffalo (a city I truly love and am fast considering home) in order to get a chance to miss it a bit.
MTF. [5 days Hoy. over/under is going to get demolished]
posted by Iakaris aka I.A.K. at 9:04 PM
2 Comments:
remind me never to book a trip with you anywhere...your like my roomate except his issue is with planes. Last year in Texas he flew home like 6 times and every single time his flight was delayed or canceled.
My friend Al asked me if perhaps I have an unconscious fear of flying which motivates me to have problems with travel. If I do, it's news to me...but my therapist is looking into it.
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