solitude

i just lost $10 to a bunch of 50-year-olds. grrr. i also spent god-knows-how-much today in soho...but that was fun. until i was walking down houston back to sonia's apartment and was suddenly hit with the fact that i was walking alone. all by myself. nobody's hand to grab onto, nobody to make conversation with. which doesn't mean that i don't love this self-sufficiency thing that i'm beginning to reclaim. but i forgot how lonely it can be. sometimes you have a great moment and just bask in it - but sometimes you have a great moment that you want to turn around and share, but there's nobody to share it with. which is not to say that i'm spending my time completely isolated by myself, but there's something different about having someone around whose life is entwined with yours, who automatically thinks of you when they want a partner for an experience. i'm having plenty of experiences - i miss my partner.

yum

i am currently eating the best falafel ever. mmmm...i love new york...

so i thought

heh. discovered what i left behind (my face moisturizer)...there's always something, isn't there? just glad it wasn't my wallet...

ready for anything

so, after 16 or so hours of travel all told in the last two days, here i am in nyc. it's absolutely gross weather, but i'm still excited. it took me a while, though - my body does not respond well to planes. my theory is that no matter how i try to fool it, it knows somehow that it is not supposed to be that high up in the air going that fast. and also the cabin pressure might have something to do with it... but i survived, and now i'm here and ready to do anything and everything.

backing up, however, by about 32 hours, i was not quite so serene. i left la on tuesday around 6:30am, got home to sf shortly after noon, and immediately started in on some frantic laundry. around 2:30, i was moving clothes from washer to dryer, vaguely annoyed because it seemed that i had left a tissue in a pocket somewhere, when i uncovered, at the bottom of the washing machine, my cellular phone.

i was not pleased.

2 1/2 hours and $131 later, i was back on track, though slightly more disgruntled, and eventually got everything packed that needed to be packed (or so i think so far...), and though i didn't get to bed until around 2am (pacific), that was probably more due to me taking an hour and a half out to discuss a book with my dad.

so i think i've finally regained both my mental and physical equilibria, and hope put them both to the test tromping around in new york snow/rain tomorrow.

valerie's attempt to keep an online journal, part II

so, i'm trying this blog thing again...last time it didn't last so long. we'll see how it goes.