Friday, January 06, 2006

So Long...

For those of you who have been reading Dirty Water since its birth seven months ago, we hope you’ve enjoyed what you’ve read. With the turning of a new year, me leaving Boston, and International Girl no longer abroad, the girls of Drama City have decided to say goodbye. Seeing as there has been “a lot of blue” lately, you can still track Classy Girl to New York at http://mightymanhattan.blogspot.com. The site has only recently been formatted, so keep checking in for updates.

In other news, I’m leaving tomorrow. Time flies and I’m beginning to think you can never really catch up with it. Last night was an emotional night at the Pig, with Sweet Girl (and my song) telling me not to go. I don’t know if I’m ready to leave my friends behind, but sometimes you can’t stop life from happening. Someone once told me that you need to leave your comfort zone in order to experience life. Maybe being too comfortable isn’t really living life at all. Well, I’ll be uncomfortable on some friends couch in Brooklyn for a while, so that has to count for something.

So I’m going to head out alone and hope for the best and while it will be difficult and different to get used to a life away from Boston, I’m looking forward to taking on the colossus of the Big Apple.

Like Sinatra says, if I can make it there…

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Tuesday, January 03, 2006

The Past is a Foreign Country

It’s all hello’s and so long’s and I’ll see you when and visit then, but no one ever really knows who they’ll ever see again.

Three days left and the attempt to leave my life behind and venture off to create a new one is more difficult and overwhelming than I thought. I don’t want to spend too much time thinking about what I’ve accomplished and what I’ll never be able to finish.

To the guy at the camera store and the one who loved jazz and the dreaded mail that I don’t think will stop any time soon. It will be more vodka sodas at different bars, and the weather report will change, but open hearts (steamed) will remain the same.

I bet Boston looks different driving away than driving in. This city creeps up on you and hits you the way something does that you’ve known for a long time and have only just allowed yourself to realize.

I’m lousy at goodbyes.

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