I got on the flickr train a little bit late. I had a computer that was too old to handle any of flickr's jazz without crashing until about 2 years ago. This photo was taking a while after I actually joined flickr, with my crappy sidekick phone. I listed it as private some years ago. I'm not sure why.
Judging from the hair, the glasses, the shirt, and the clutter, I had just moved into my first Washington Heights apartment. I was in high spirits back then, having just left an awful relationship for greener pastures.
This photo was taken before I knew that the apartment had bed bugs, roaches, and rats (though Sopor did a good job at keeping those at bay). It was the sketchiest place I ever lived. The people who lived in the building couldn't care less, either. They were all filthy beasts. They wouldn't even take their garbage to the cans outside the door of the building. They left their garbage in the halls to fester until someone faced the rats to take the bags outside. They would sit on the stairs in front of the door and not even move to get out of the way as I came and went. It was hilarious.
I was happy here. Everything seemed very entertaining at the time. I was just stoked to be making my way alone. The summer coming up was a good time.
Since some people have asked, here are our wedding invitations!
We really had an amazing weekend. I haven't felt so at home and in love with life here in the Pacific North West in... well... ok....ever.
Lia and Russell managed to create a perfect weekend together. I am completely inspired and very excited for them.
You can look at all of the pictures over here. Enjoy!
I bought red shoes. I was very very very sad. The cute boy down the street totally shafted tentative plans we made the week prior. I got pretty drunk, alone at the bar, while my beloved best bartender friend James tended. Later, there may have been some tears involved as I listened to this song before going to sleep.
I'm posting this here to remind myself of how much things change in a year. Also, I'd like to appreciate last winter. There was a lot of hurting, but I knew that it was changing me for the better. I also knew that something huge was about to happen. It was a magical time for learning about my self and the way I loved. I thank that crazy time for bringing me here.
The only thing that I'd like to add is that I bought a new pair of red shoes yesterday. Last year's model got pretty beat up in all the miles I walked.
within one month, the city i loved best would suffer a major blow. that blow would separate me from the only person with whom i had ever felt truly close - even more than thousands of miles and vast oceans already had. that blow would also set me on a course of rambling action, which leads me to now...
i am listening to this song on repeat this morning. i am not listening because i'm unhappy. rather, i am thankful that things come around, full circle.
Traffic always makes me feel like I'm coming home.
Cold blood bleeding still at least I'm breathing.
Patiently waiting clinging on to my mobile phone.
Cracked skulls with a creepy mind inside.
I'm planning the greatest of escapes you know.
Patiently waiting in the line.
Soon I'm gonna stand up.
Yeah I'm gonna rear up .....
oh man. i'm feeling a little lonely.
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