twenty-something

A five day visit north stretched into two weeks and a day and included a jaunt to Boston, but now I am back in Manhattan from my self-imposed Vermont exile.

The train and cab rides to my apartment were long today. But I've caught up with my roommates and with As The World Turns. I went to fill my bare cupboards with a trip the the Trader Joe's across the street. And though I'm completely, completely exhausted from the past two days of travel and little sleep, it's good to be back in the city.

For those wondering: I'm back for about two weeks. After careful consideration, I have decided to leave New York at the end of August. It's been a difficult decision. On one hand, I'm living in the East Village and, come on, how do you leave that? And, on the other, I've spent the summer here and I can check that off "The List of Things To Do Before I Die" before becoming totally broke. I could see myself back here, in a few years, with more success or stability or at least bigger bank accounts, living a more comfortable life and truly enjoying life here. And until that day, if it ever comes? Boston seems to, still, own my heart.

The future's a bit shaky and scary, but it's becoming clearer and continues to be exciting. So I plan to have fun during my last two weeks in NYC. And until I figure it all out -- life, I mean -- or age four years, I'll defer to the immortal lyrics of this blog's namesake, Jamie Cullum's "Twenty-Something":

Love ain't the answer nor is work,
The truth eludes me so much it hurts.
But I'm still having fun and I guess that's the key,
I'm a twenty something and I'll keep being me.