August 19, 2009 § 1 Comment
I haven’t paid for an umbrella in years. I worked at East Side Marios as a hostess when I first moved to Toronto about 8 years ago and would always take the ones that people had left behind. I had a collection of 3 or 4 umbrellas that I’d rotate on rainy days, but there was one umbrella in particular, that lasted forever. A black Totes umbrella with a wood handle. I always managed to keep track of where it was, even if a roommate or boyfriend would borrow it. Sometimes I’d forget it at work, one time Angela left it at a friend’s house, but it would always find its way back to me.
About a year ago, it started developing this stink that I gather was from getting wet and drying too many times. I no longer really wanted to touch the actual fabric or keep it in a purse because I figure it was gathering some kind of invisible umbrella mold. Still, I moved it to New York with me in May.
Here in the city of perpetual surprise downpours, we had a large collection of very large umbrellas. My trusty black Totes umbrella was the only one of managable size and Nick and I started to passively fight over it – whoever left the apartment first on a rainy day would have their choice of the big umbrellas vs the one regular-sized Totes umbrella. Nick wasn’t too sneaky about it though, he’d ask if he could use mine since he had farther to go and I’d agree. It was all fine until the day that he left my umbrella – the black Totes umbrella I’ve kept track of for 8 years – on GYM CLASS HEROES’ TOUR BUS. I have to say, I was actually quite upset at first. I wouldn’t normally be upset about the loss of an extremely-replacable inanimate object, but I had this thing for EIGHT YEARS! What makes me feel better though, is the thought that maybe the band is using my umbrella when they have to leave the bus on a rainy day and it’s getting to travel even more, all across the USA.
Godspeed, black Totes umbrella.
August 12, 2009 § Leave a comment
After nearly 3 months of living in New York and being virtually unemployed, I have finally mellowed out and have begun to truly appreciate the situation I am in.
I am no longer feeling useless because I don’t come home completely wiped out and/or frustrated due to a full day of work. I have finally got it through my semi-brainwashed head that I am extremely fortunate to be in the position that I am in! When am I going to have the chance to not have to work full-time or be searching for a job again, besides when I’m pregnant or retired? I’m taking this time to read more, write more, walk more, go to the gym almost every day, keep the apartment in good shape, grocery shop, and all the other things I found that I couldn’t always keep up while working a 45 hour week.
I’ve also come to realize that I was putting way too much stock in making new friends right off the bat. I have been in this position before and I know that sometimes it takes years to find the right group of friends after relocating. They are out there, I just need to find them! In the meantime, I need to enjoy the really good friends I do have now (hi Shannon and Courtney!) and remember how much time I enjoy spending with myself if Nick is not around.
Some of my favorite things to do these days is read on the patio of a coffeehouse, hang out in my apartment in my underwear, read the NY Times daily, and watch Regis & Kelly every single morning. I don’t know what it is about that show, but it always puts me in a good mood for the rest of the day! I might even go to a taping while I can. I want to hear how loud Regis can yell from the studio audience.