9 minus t lives, t decisions being made
I’m packing all my belongings again. Another move. This time I’m not boarding any planes, crossing any seas or oceans, or pulling up my roots. 150 blocks north, its still Manhattan actually.
Even though things are starting to fall into place, and the arrangements are comfortable (well, come February 1st), I still wonder if I’m doing it for the right reasons. I think this time I have no reason. I’m just out of options. It seems like the easiest thing to do - even if the process is complicated and the outcomes are uncertain.
Am I staying for the sake of my career? For my friends, although only half of them will still be here after the holidays? For love, for sex, hey, even for a little bit of masochism? No idea. I’m sure I’m doing it for the wrong reasons, whatever they are, but I’m also sure that it will still work out for the best and prove to be the only feasible thing to do. Thats just how cats like me land.
If only books werent so heavy and clothes so easily crumpled, and if only I had a place to stay for two weeks after January 15th.
