The update so far....
1. There are no toilet seat covers... anywhere... I'm not quite sure if they even know what toilet seat covers are.
2. The A, B and C food gradings are non existent and I miss them. It helps when you're paying $40 for your meal and are SURE that there are no rat feces or cockroach eggs in your food.
3. When it rains, it's still hot - sooooo you'd LIKE to cover up with a jacket so you don't get drenched but that's just not an option unless you want to feel like you're in a sauna. Ewe.
4. I'll never tease anybody about their accent again cuuuz... they don't have one: I do.
5. Driving here is next to impossible. They are not freeways, they're highways. And there are about 30 of them so - good luck. And exits? They are called turnabouts and look like four leaf clovers on a map. Pretty, but reeaaallyy confusing.
6. The "NJ Transit" should ACTUALLY be called "NJ to NY Transit" as it is completely inefficient to those who want to get around IN New Jersey. Better yet, nobody knows how to use it.
7. You can eat/drink on the buses and drink alcohol on the train. ALLELUIA!! Somebody gets it!!
8. Do not be alarmed when you see a rabbit, a squirrel or a deer walking alongside you. They are amongst us and this is *really* their world, not ours.
On some more great notes: Maryland for Thanksgiving, Virginia for Matt Walsh time, and plans for Boston, DC and Philly before the end of the year. YEAAAAHHH TRAVELS!! I'm loving this coast and can't WAIT to experience real seasons! Whaaaatt?? SNOOWW? And it's not all manmade?? I'm gonna need some layers, coats and rain boots. Cheers to shopping!!
All in all, my experience here has been quite pleasant. Transitioning with a familiar culture (That of The Container Store) has maintained my sanity and given me a sense of peace that I would not have found otherwise. The room where I sleep is cozy and coming together slowly. The house I live in is warm, cozy and well equipped with more than I need, including a fantastic roommate.
And here I go on to month two!
Monday, September 20, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
What It Means To Me
One Suitcase
Another chance at a new life. Or an extension of someone's undying love for the other? Maybe it's desperation or fear of change. A long time ago, I watched Feast Of Love. There was a lot of love, a lot of betrayal and a lot of forgiveness. I noticed that when relationships were coming to an end, someone was only packing just one bag. I know, who wants to sit there and pack every little thing they own?? It doesn't quite make for a dramatic exit, does it? But really - if you truly never wanted to see that person again, as is said in most rages, wouldn't you pack more than one little bag??
I think that we live for people's love. That sort of acceptance that makes us feel like regardless of what is going on in the world around us, there is at least one person that gets our soul. Someone that reaches in and touches that part of us that we protect so much and then are appalled (or intrigued and even relieved) when anyone can get to it. They see through our lies, our fears and our barriers. They break down our solid walls and expand our comfort zones. They challenge us, they support us and they relentlessly love us despite our defenses. They fit in the odd-shaped hole that makes us feel like we are... complete.
One Suitcase = Another Chance
Relationships are going to have their battles. People are going to make mistakes and they are going to hurt one another. There are going to be broken hearts, rattled worlds and moments of regret and resentment. Depending on how badly those two people *want* to make it work... that love story will have a happy ending. And maybe it's not that simple. Maybe it takes more than, "Working hard at it." But if that's all that it is and it's not working, then it's because someone simply just doesn't want to anymore. Either way, it baffles me how much we are willing to compromise ourselves for love. To feel it, to have it and to give it away incessantly.
Another chance at a new life. Or an extension of someone's undying love for the other? Maybe it's desperation or fear of change. A long time ago, I watched Feast Of Love. There was a lot of love, a lot of betrayal and a lot of forgiveness. I noticed that when relationships were coming to an end, someone was only packing just one bag. I know, who wants to sit there and pack every little thing they own?? It doesn't quite make for a dramatic exit, does it? But really - if you truly never wanted to see that person again, as is said in most rages, wouldn't you pack more than one little bag??
I think that we live for people's love. That sort of acceptance that makes us feel like regardless of what is going on in the world around us, there is at least one person that gets our soul. Someone that reaches in and touches that part of us that we protect so much and then are appalled (or intrigued and even relieved) when anyone can get to it. They see through our lies, our fears and our barriers. They break down our solid walls and expand our comfort zones. They challenge us, they support us and they relentlessly love us despite our defenses. They fit in the odd-shaped hole that makes us feel like we are... complete.
One Suitcase = Another Chance
Relationships are going to have their battles. People are going to make mistakes and they are going to hurt one another. There are going to be broken hearts, rattled worlds and moments of regret and resentment. Depending on how badly those two people *want* to make it work... that love story will have a happy ending. And maybe it's not that simple. Maybe it takes more than, "Working hard at it." But if that's all that it is and it's not working, then it's because someone simply just doesn't want to anymore. Either way, it baffles me how much we are willing to compromise ourselves for love. To feel it, to have it and to give it away incessantly.
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