just had to tell this story
i wasn't feeling well this evening so i decided to walk down the block to the grocery store. sounds pretty simple, nothing at all adventurous about it. but of course, i live in brooklyn.
when i got to the corner the first thing i saw was a very large nypd van with it's lights flashing, no siren. behind it, a very large group of people singing christmas carols in spanish. some of them are in costume. i see more than one jesus. i continue to the grocery store, pick up my orange juice and chicken soup. when i leave the store i immediately see that the carollers have moved. they are now standing in a fork in the road, on their way straight for the yeshiva (the hassidic jewish neighborhood a couple of blocks away). the only thing i can imagine is that the carrollers are on their way to the yeshiva to sing the jews into jesus.
only in brooklyn.
a month away
so i leave in exactly a month. it's still hard to grasp. i can't stop thinking about it. people are probably going crazy hearing me talk about it. i can't help that either though because everything now centers around it. i have to pack my room and pack for both pittsburgh and france. i had to get my visa, do a bunch of bullshit paperwork for school, learn french, etc. it also doesn't help that i've had to start saying my goodbyes. last night i said goodbye to one of my oldest college friends (which isn't that long, but still). then today i said goodbye to my therapist. i hadn't even thought about the fact that today was my last session with him. then suddenly we were saying goodbye and i'm a little freaked out. not because i'm worried about not being in therapy, it's just hard to imagine not having that release every week. to me, therapy is like a pint of chocolate ice cream, or reading a book until 5 am...it just feels good. i'm a big proponent of therapy..i think that everyone should try it. but then again, i'm always way too open and honest about everything anway. like this blog. it's probably not the best idea, but i'm gonna do it anyway.
defintion: sucon
in my french/english dictionary sucon is defined as "lovebite." a word i find enigmatic. what is a lovebite? a hickey? a hickey with teeth? a more precise way of saying that love bites? forgive the pun, but i've been thinking love bytes. i can't help myself.
so here, on the vast emptiness of cyberworld, i'm going to indulge my obsession with all things romantic. for those of you who know me, this won't be surprising. for those of you who don't welcome to the wonderful world of sucon.
