i just saw a guy with a head full of gray hair (!) in the business center. hooray for having other people over 25 in the building!
i can't believe how nice it is to have a view from our apartment.
we didn't pick this apartment because of the view. we looked at one on a lower floor that was less expensive and ended up picking our apartment because it had more closets. and i'm so glad we did since nothing is more mellow than staring out at the water and the sky.
no, it's not a scenic beach with crashing waves. and yes, you look past other buildings and a construction site.
but it's relaxing in the way some people find television to be (if you can get past the crassness of the content and the blandness of the humor). and i'm happy to have it.

it's amazing the difference between last night -- when steve left and i was fine about being here alone -- and tonight. last night my head was full of everything i had to do and i was fine with being alone to do it. tonight i am so intensely aware of how few people i know here that it's pretty pathetic. i'm not really sad or depressed or anything like that -- just aware of being alone. and i haven't really been alone since i first lived in new york. heck, even on business trips i have usually been either with co-workers or in new york city with all of my old friends. here i don't have that "cushion" and it's an interesting feeling...
when i first moved to new york, i remember that i spent quite a few nights readingreadingreading and i took a lot of baths. i read "lolita" and loved it. i thought about reading it again right after the first time. i wrote letters. i sorted through the treasure trove of saved letters, Playbills, ticket stubs and photos that were in the boxes i dragged along to my little studio apartment. i was productive in a very personal, alone sort of way.
i have other "projects" like that with me that i should be doing/could be doing. i have a file full of pictures that should go in an album. i have several important letters that i need to write to friends who aren't online. i brought tons of books i thought i might read before i decided to be social here and make friends. and yet somehow i really don't feel like doing any of that.
maybe i'll make a gin and tonic and call steve...