June 09, 2003

Round and Round

On August 13, 1998, I wrote:

Wouldn't it be cool if I just stopped writing one day and never wrote again and you never heard from me again and you didn't know if I was dead or alive or doing this or that or whatever and ever so you couldn't judge me for being whatever and ever because you wouldn't know, would you?

Actually, no. It wouldn't be cool. It wouldn't be right.

The past few weeks feel like a blur; I became homeless in New York only to rediscover, at the expense of $441 courtesy of US Airways, my home in Houston. And suddenly, I feel like everything is a clean slate.

A few days ago, I moved into my first apartment in New York City. It's nice and comfy. I don't even have a bed at the moment, yet it feels more like home than any of my past seven residences in the city over a span of three years.

I subscribed to a magazine today, knowing I'll be here to receive all twelve issues. First time I've done that since 1999.

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glad to see you back

welcome back. and please do enjoy the new apartment.

<3

yay!

i have a place in new york now! :p