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It’s not every day you take two separate trips to 34th street or go into a building and not emerge until it’s dark out! You can see the imprint from my yoga mat on my face in the last photo. That’s the kind of thing that you need at the end of an epic long day.
The first of September seems like it centuries ago. It’s been 17 long days, I guess.
For the 1st I was in Connecticut at my parents’ for the holiday weekend. We had a visitor, it was my dad’s birthday, and I was mom-dogging with Earnest and Bo while Dom was out of town.
September is now seriously under way. I’m almost finished writing my thesis. My cousin, Seanie, got married two weekends ago. I started my internship at a small digital agency. Rehearsals for cakeface’s October show are in full swing. I actually had to wear a coat yesterday. I am such a gross ball of stress that yesterday I gave myself a migraine and today I can’t move my head to or fro. I am Frankenstein, I think.
On one hand, I’m complaining. On the other, I’m not complaining and just acknowledging that my life as of late is very full, sometimes very unrewarding and requires several MTA transfers a day.
My last first day of school.
I don’t remember my first first day of school. A few years out I won’t remember this day either.
But riding up Willoughby this morning I felt like I was kissing summer a long good-bye. Like when you’re saying good-bye to someone you really love a lot and you know there is going to be a lot of time/distance/space between you and you are trying to hang on to all the good stuff that made you love them so much and it’s all projecting like movies on the insides of your skull.
Ok summer, for real. I love you! Good-bye.
Since moving to New York six years ago, summer seems to drop off right after my birthday. The air gets crisp, and the sun shifts to an angle that warns me that summer is waning. It often makes me nauseous.
This year I am mourning the loss of summer, but in that I’m also preparing myself to go mega-psychotic full-speed hyper-balls-to-the-walls to finish out my last semester of graduate school.
Yesterday Dom and I rode our bikes out to Jacob Riis Park. We rode down Bedford Avenue all the way from Bed Stuy to Sheepshead Bay and then over the Marine Bay Parkway. It was beautiful and smiling was a natural reaction as I pedaled as fast as I could up and down hills. We ended this epic, 30+ miler day with enormous Coconut Bliss ice cream sundaes with sprinkles. When Dom tucked me in last night, I rehashed summer highlights until I talked myself to sleep.