We all will be received in Graceland
When I was growing up in Connecticut, I always had this idea that I would move to New York and live in some small and seedy apartment in Greenwich Village and do artistic things. And it is appearing that 30 years later, I may finally be getting a chance to fulfill my childhood fantasies, except it’s a lot less seedy than it used to be. In fact, I can’t afford the rent. Fortunately, I don’t have to. After my first trip east, when I’m staying with Cranky, I’m going to be staying in a friend’s apartment in the Village. He used to live there, but since he moved in with his fiancée, he now only uses it on weekends as a painting studio. It’s the perfect location because a) It’s a totally reasonable walk to my office b) it’s a couple of blocks from a subway that stops a couple blocks from Cranky’s house and also, at a different stop, a couple of blocks from my office, for when the weather’s bad and c) it’s a 15-20 minute subway ride to the library where I do my research when I’m in NY, and d) there are about 9000 things to do close by. I need to come up with some kind of bed for the place — maybe an air mattress, maybe a futon. And maybe some dishes. But I won’t need much. I can’t deny that I’m loving the idea of having a small adventure by myself. I know I’ll miss AJ and Mr. Spy like crazy, but I’m hoping for something gained too. Like maybe some finished research and a defense date.
Finding a place to stay that’s more permanent than Cranky’s sofa is a big load off my mind. But there are still many things to worry about. How far ahead can I book my flights without missing a meeting? How am I going to get two laptops home on the plane? Will they even fit in my bag? And, of course, the continuing wardrobe saga. I did manage to plug a couple of holes today, but I’ve still got a way to go, especially if I’m now going to be working 5 days at a stretch instead of 3. One week from today I will be in NY and there is still so much to do. Right now the biggest worry: how am I going to survive without my guitar? Maybe I’ll need to buy a mandolin? It would take up less room, but possibly be more annoying to the neighbors. Speaking of which, I should finish restringing the new one and squeeze in a little practice time before the boys get home from baseball.