It’s always been a dream of sorts of mine to live in a condo in a high-rise building. I’m not 100% sure why, but I think it has something to do with the fact that it kinda feels like you’re living in a hotel, which I always equated with vacations, which also sort of fulfills my wanderlust desire to travel and see the world.
Plus, whenever you see one on TV, they’re always decorated so well and always seem to be inhabited by young, hip people who have their shit together. That’s also desirable to me.
Ideally, I would love to one day live in a high-rise building in midtown Manhattan, but that’s currently so freaking far out of my budget. But luckily, I have some friends who DO currently have this lifestyle. And this weekend I stopped by my friend Matthew’s new apartment and basked in the ridiculousness of his view.
Someday, in some way, this sort of thing will also be mine.
Today I am 31 years, 3 months, and 8 days old. That’s hardly anything to commemorate or take note of, generally. However, in its own special way, for me it is.
That is the exact age my mother was when she gave birth to me, her third child. She was 31 years, 3 months, and 8 days old. She had an eleven-year-old son, a six-year-old daughter, and was on a hospital bed squeezing out what was obviously destined to become her favorite child. Me.
She would, within about a year, go through her third divorce leaving her once again as the sole provider and caregiver to three children who needed her. And, I’m not going to romanticize it and say she did it perfectly and that all three of her children turned out perfectly. That’s simple impossible for any parent or parents to ever do. But what I can say is that never once in my life have I not felt taken care of, provided for, and perhaps most importantly of all, loved.
I can’t even fathom having the maturity and responsibility to be raising three children at this point in my life. Alone, or with a partner. Hell, I can BARELY take care of myself and a cat. I am a couple days late for Thanksgiving, but I want to take this special day in my life’s calendar to say to anyone who will listen that I am so thankful I had such a strong role model and influence in my life teaching me every single day by her example how to be a decent human being.
I am who I am today because of her. Whether anything she ever does will ever mean anything to anyone else in the entire world or if nobody else ever even knows her name, she will never ever not mean the entire world to me.
This afternoon, I made a trip to southern Manhattan to visit the 9/11 Memorial site. It was lovely to visit, and upon first walking up to one of the waterfalls and placing my hands on the names, I did get a little choked up and had to make a concerted effort to pull it together. The memorial is far from being finished, but it’s a beautiful place that memorializes those lost while not feeling like sad graveyard. A perfect compromise between honoring the past and embracing the future.
I didn’t feel like taking a ton of pictures. Just felt weird posing for cameras and cheesing it up for pictures. But I did take a few nice pictures to remember my first visit. I can’t wait to go back once more of it has been completed.
My friend Jeff has long had an animated gif collection that has left me quite jealous and amused. I jokingly asked him to make one of me stalking the Golden Girls. Apparently not one to shy away from a challenge, he managed to do it.
If I had to narrate it, I think it would go something like this….
“Hey you! And you! And you! And you! I ate all your cheesecake!”
Anyone else wanna take a stab at making some of these from my videos? I’d love you forever!
I’ve been off the ship for almost two weeks now and still miss it. I had such a good time, which you were able to tell from the trilogy of videos I posted over the past week, I hope. I poured all of my post-cruise energy into making those that I completely put posting pictures on the back burner.
But the time has come for me to post those. Just a nice sampling of some of my favorites. A Cliff’s Notes, if you will.
I’ve decided to turn the footage into a trilogy; one part for each day of the cruise.
I admit, Part 1 is a little less exciting than the upcoming two parts are, but just consider it an appetizer for the fun still to come! (and while we’re at it, maybe consider subscribing to my YouTube channel too!)
This from a person who had graduated high school before I even started high school. So the fact that they would be reading the school newspaper to being with is baffling. The fact that they are reading it 13 years later is baffling. The fact that I apparently wrote something so riveting that having to search out the rest of it become necessary is also quite baffling.
I’m just so confused by this. Something I wrote when I was 17 is about to come back and haunt me.