Tail in Two Cities, or, "The time I was seeing 3 guys and called one guy up and asked for the wrong guy and he totally recognized my voice! Oh, man!"

Being back home has been a very good thing for me. It occurred to me today that as much as I am going nuts out here, missing New York, I have to admit I've been in a better state of mind about things. My Mom insists it's the weather. She may have a point, as I am getting at least an hour of sun alomst every day. I called Ben and demanded he move out of his apartment because I needed the backyard for sunning as a natural anti-depressant. He was, as you'd expect, nonplussed and told me to "suck someone off" instead. What a champ. I have great friends.

I've had my doubts about living here but, truth be told, if and that's a BIG if, I got a writing job I'd move and I guess I wouldn't hate it as much as I always thought I would. There, I said it. HOWEVER I'd still much rather stay on the East Coast, and this is ONLY in the case that the job of which I dream was worthwhile, and OF COURSE I'd still want to keep a residence in New York and fly back every chance I got. But I do miss my family so much, and I grudgingly admit that it being 78 degrees in January is, well, it's kind of rad. At least for a few weeks. Enough to work a tan. Beyond that...I miss my New York so terribly it hurts.

Now I want Gray's Papaya, some good clean snow drifts, and a nice wintery thick pint of Guinness by the fireplace at the Boat. And I want Porter Mason to be there and I want to try and give him girl advice and have him snap at me in his blue penguin hat. Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Awwwwssssss.