Writing About Not Writing

Man, it's been so long since I've posted something significant on here. Finding the time has proven to be a challenge. Life has been so crazy lately! So many intense (mostly incredible) changes have been happening, and I feel like I've just been trying to keep up with my own life.

First of all, I have a new job! I plan on writing more about this soon, but I feel really good about it. I'm still in Manhattan, which was an absolute must for me. This September I'll be working in Murray Hill. The building is brand new and gorgeous (if you have me on Snapchat, you've seen it), and the atmosphere of the school is so positive and inviting. I've already met my co-teacher, and he's really talented and dedicated. So far, I've fallen in love with every aspect of this school, so I cannot wait to get started.

Although, I will be missing East Village so, so much. How lucky I was to land there right out of college! Five years have flown by, and now with a month left on the clock, I am trying to experience the neighborhood as much as I can. Of course, I can visit whenever I want, but there is something so remarkable about getting out of work at 2:40 and having all of East Village sprawled out before you. I am making it a point to go out on my lunches more and walk around. I just want to devour every last inch of this experience while I can.

Another huge shift in my life has been where I lay my head at night. I call it just that, because I now sleep in Long Island, yet I barely live there. Instead, I honestly feel like I live out of my car. Most of my social life still exists in New York City, and not only that, it's just where I feel at home. I usually spend at least a third of my week (excluding work) in Manhattan, crashing on Britt's couch, mostly. It's not the most ideal situation, but it really isn't as bad as I thought it would be. It will only be a few more months until I'm back where I belong (I'm talking about you, NYC). Besides, there have been many positives, like I am getting so fucking good at parallel parking and doing make-up/changing outfits in a car. Also, I've been able to pay off my credit cards and save my money like an actual adult. Besides, being back and being close to my cousins has been a huge blessing in many ways, too. They're basically my little sisters, and I am most definitely the cool older sister with loads of wisdom that they worship in every way. Hard to complain about that.

Anyway, things have just been moving so fast. I feel so busy all the time, but in a really good way. Every weekend I have something else going on, which is exactly how I like it (see me being hip in Brooklyn above). And this summer is already filling up, fast. My writing has suffered though, which always kills me. Whenever it's been a while since I've written something, my brain just feels dull. I feel sedated. I thought this would be easier to describe, but it's like the feeling your body gets when you haven't exercised in a while, just in your head. Writing stimulates me and helps me develop my thoughts and ideas. I'm really trying to work on making it more of a priority.

I feel glad to have had the time to write this, though. It's not Shakespeare, it's certainly not groundbreaking, it's not even that thoughtful or poetic. But I had 20 minutes to write something and to publish it into the void, and it just feels good to put something out there and hope that my mom isn't the only one who reads it.