Showing posts with label relationships. Show all posts
Showing posts with label relationships. Show all posts

Friday, November 25, 2011

Diary of an Expat: An Affair with London

I decided to give it up. I've spent the past few weeks whining to everyone I could about how much I miss New York. At one point, I even said to Joe [my husband] that I loved New York like a person (which, technically, is still true). But I decided when feeling especially bad for myself that it would be a pretty miserable couple of years if I just kept thinking about what I didn't have. I decided this while I was jogging, which is when I make a lot of crucial decisions (and have conversations with people in my head that will never take place, and dream about lives I'll never live, etc.). I continued my jog with a renewed sense of purpose - trying to absorb everything around me. I smelled the fall air, which is something I've somehow gone almost the entire fall without noticing. I organised my new apartment (which I just moved into this past week) and remembered how good it felt to have familiar things around, even if I was putting them away in brand new places. I went out shopping and there were Christmas carollers in the store - seriously, in eveningwear just singing out loud for everyone on the escalators to hear. Where else do you find something like that other than London? (I realize it can probably be found in many places, but that's not the point.)
Logo designed by Milton Glaser, who designed one of my other favorite logos for the Brooklyn Brewery


Tuesday, March 29, 2011

a world of literature and a lifetime of interesting conversation


Kathy finished her book over the weekend.  She reads fantasy, although she likes to refer to them as "books about magic, elves, and dwarfs" because she doesn't like the sound of "fantasy" as a genre.  She also reads the occasional popular fiction (think Bridget Jones' Diary or Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood).

I, on the other hand, prefer books about "sad women," as someone once said to me.  But I like to think I have rather broader literary tastes than that.  I have also read some of her fantasy novels (my favorites are by Guy Gavreil Kay) as well as a myriad of other books.  But it is true that when the choice is up to me, I prefer books about sad women.

Anyway, when Kathy finished her book Sunday afternoon, she observed it aloud.  "I don't have a book to read."  I did not comment.  I wasn't sure what to do with the announcement.  Later in the day, she said it again.  Finally, she said, "Can I read one of yours?" 

"Oh," I replied.  "Of course.  Let me help you pick."  Then we stood in front of the bookshelf in extended silence.  "Maybe this one?" I suggested.  She read the back.  "HEART WRENCHING?  I don't think so."  "Hm," I said, picking up another book. "Maybe this one?"  She read the back of that one, too.  "I don't want to read interesting social commentary.  And you read this for a CLASS."  Crap.  I should have peeled the "ENG 379" sticker off the back before giving it to her.