some uppity bloggers have the time to write entries every day. Losers.

Just kidding. I would love nothing more than to blog every day, but it turns out that the last week was one of the busiest I can remember having in...forever. And not just busy with little crap errands, but big, important life changes all converging at once. Wow, I make myself sound so important. Why don't I just fill you in from the beginning. I got back in June from spending a year abroad in Florence, Italy. I decided to spend the summer in Chicago with the fam (and by 'decided' I mean I got rejected from the cool job I was counting on in New York, and had to live with my parents for the first time since high school. Yea.) It ended up being a great summer, and it did lead me to the wonderful guy sitting across from me right now.
So back to the story. would bullet points be easier?
--Summer in Chicago, then I move to New York (well, Brooklyn, if you're hip and in the know) and have to start from scratch all over again. New apartment, new school, new roomate, new friends, new shower curtain--same towels, though. For the past few years I have felt like I moved every 3 to 6 months, which is really frustrating. I guess its great that its that time of your (my) life to just pick up and go to another country, or chase after job opportunities, or change your (my) mind about school and transfer--because you (I) will never have this freedom again, but all I've gotten out of it is a surprising willingness to leave all the shit behind that won't fit in the car on the way out of town. Or what's worse, deciding at the airport what you can and can't live without because the bags are 10 kilos overweight. Stupid Alitalia.
-- New School, as well. NYU seems like such a cliche, but then again my last school, Vassar, was almost a bigger one. It felt just like in 2nd grade when I transferred and walked into my new classroom in my new uniform and the teacher introduced me in front of the class-- in FRONT of the class! who does that to a child?--but slowly I realized that they weren't all staring at me because I was new. They were staring at...my feet. At my cool saddle shoes that no one else was wearing for some reason. I thought all 2nd graders wore those. Ahhh ahhh....bad memories.
--No roomate, gotta find one asap or I am out hella money
--Just left the first guy I ever told I loved in chicago. Doesn't help that that all happened really quickly, either, and everyone seems to have his dorky glasses on around here. Trying to figure out how to miss someone you dont even know very well but you feel so strongly about.
--Figuring out logistics of moving, such as a Uhaul and a 4th floor walkup
--And finally, selling my car on ebay from across the country. I LOVE our digital life these days.

Anyway, its been wacky and exciting and has all worked out better than I ever expected. And you are not listening to an eternal optimist, here. Not at all.
But you'll have to wait to hear what happened...