I had plans for this blog. I was going to discuss my exploits in New York City, regaling you all with adventures and anecdotes as I attempted to get my life in some sort of order. The excitement of Manhattan is essentially unlimited, and if I could get even a percentage of that excitement across to you all in my writing, I’d consider it a success. There were so many posts I wanted to make.
And then I had to move away from New York.
The summer was not fun.
My best friend and my cousin are about to make out. And I just got to watch the flirtation.I invited her over to visit my family for a party, one that my cousin was throwing for his mother’s fiftieth birthday. It involved all sorts of extended family and friends, and it was, quite honestly, a fantastic day. So many people that all loved each other, all in the same house, enjoying each other’s company. It’s a rare occasion. I truly treasure moments like these.
A very real problem in my very real life.
One of the easiest ways to hurt me is to ignore me. To not text me back, or answer my phone calls, or follow through with plans we’ve made together. By simply opting not to recognize me, you hurt me the most.
I’ve had numerous people leave my life, simply by deciding that they weren’t going to talk to me anymore, without bothering to inform me. Two best friends did this—one, twice. Both have reentered my life, but our friendships haven’t reached that earlier level. Several people I’ve gone on dates with decided to end our association this way—how swell.
I’m going into the summer exactly the same way I went into the last—moving back home to the parents, hung up on somebody I’ve only just started to see, with my greatest accomplishment to date being the massive amount of debt I’ve (somehow) managed to accrue.
I don’t know that I ever had phenomenally elaborate dreams, but I always told myself I wouldn’t just be someone else working a job just to survive. That I’d take advantage of the opportunities my parents worked so hard to provide for me. That I’d be smart enough to make decisions for myself, and for my future. That I wouldn’t succumb to a life of poor choices, the kind of life I’d seen all too many people slip into.
So I’ve begun a new blog.
Although I’ve put some personal stuff on this blog (anewyorklife), it’s been largely reblogs, pictures, and frivolous things. Which is totally fine. But I have IMPORTANT THOUGHTS. And I want to share them, sometimes. They tend to get lost in the shuffle, however, on this blog, and seem pretty out of place.
That’s why I’ve begun “Aimless in the Apple”, which is a pretty fair assessment of my life—I’m living in New York City without a clue as to what to do next. My regular blog will remain the place to see pictures, but Aimless is where you can learn about me. I hope you take a look.