People have finally been to my new apartment; it's lovely having people here. Even though it's tiny, it feels fine to entertain here.
Tonight is my first night here alone; my car is safely parked so I don't have to move it for a while and it feels very nice to lie on my couch and watch people in the apartments across from me. I definitely like it here; it's growing on me greatly.
Initially I didn't think I was ready to be living alone. I didn't think I was mature enough or self-sufficient enough to handle it. Granted, I have not been here very long and there's a list 10 miles long of things that I want to do (canceling old internet, paying new internet etc.) and those things haven't really gotten done. But they will. It's reassuring to know that I have comfort. It's reassuring to know where all of my things are at once. I do really actually like it.
Perhaps I might not like it later. But for right now, I like controlling when people are here and when they're not.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Week in St. Martin
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I guess I should reflect on the trip but as it gets further into the distance it just is a hazy blur of delicious wine, sand and sleeping until the sun wakes me up.
It was one of those things where every moment in time, I was remembering how incredibly lucky I was to be doing what I was doing.
We began the night we got there with dinner at Spiga. It was delicious but we got ridiculously lost on the way there in our little tin can of a car appropriately named the Charade. However, it got us up the hills, which was really all that mattered.
The second day, we had the Champagne Brunch at the hotel where they continued to refill our glasses to the point of explosion. Then we lazed on the hotel beach and eventually muscled up the intestinal fortitude to eat at Rare, where I had the best Tuna Steak known to man. We then gambled at a completely shady casino and went home.
The third day, we ate breakfast at Mr. Busby's Beach Bar (henceforth to be known as MBBB) and headed out to go ziplining. It was closed so we drove around to various beaches (see picture above) and lazed around. We kissed in the ocean which is apparently something that all people who grow up near oceans do. I was unaware.
We went out to dinner at Big Fish, a place that was our favorite and with which we were in love. The food was delicious (CA had a steak with whiskey sauce and I had...lobsters!!!!) and we were so close to the hotel that you could just enjoy yourself and not worry about anything.
The next day we decided to stay longer. We went ziplining, and I got my wish to watch the most incredible sunset in the history of the universe. All I had wanted to do since coming w
as watch it sink and we sat at this bar, drank a glass of wine and just watched. Afterwards, we ate the most expensive dinner in the world, which I promptly got sick over. But, the sunset made everything completely worth it.
The next day we took a ferry boat to the Isle of Pinel where we sunbathed, ate a very expensive cheeseburger (everything there was in euros) and recovered. That night we at the Pirates Buffet at the hotel, saw some sweet fire dancer action and went to bed early.
The following day was sailing! CA had been excited about this for weeks leading up to the trip and thankfully, the
experience did not dissapoint. I had an amazing time doing it and the entire time I listened to him lament the fact that we did not, in fact, own a boat. We went to this adorable little place for drinks and walked around the city of Maho for a bit. Then, we returned to Big Fish because it seemed like a delicious idea.
The neeeeeext day, we went shopping and parasailing (which I was in love with ) and rode around on a speed boat. No one has ever really owned boats around me so I didn't know how amazing it was. We both really enjoyed being on the boat. That night, we ventured to Sopranos (yes, named after the HBO show) where we ate and went to the piano bar. That night, we were both very, very mopey because we knew the next day was our leaving day.
The next morning, we got up ridiculously early to go horseback riding in the water! We had an hour and a half ride which was really fun but the kicker was the ri
ding in the water. It's nothing I'd ever done before. And in the end, I really enjoyed it.
We returned. ):
I guess the thing is, it's amazing to me that 1. I got to do all that incredible stuff in one trip and 2. I enjoyed it. Moreover, I loved it. I think I am actually being the person that I want to be instead of repressing who I might be.
I guess I should reflect on the trip but as it gets further into the distance it just is a hazy blur of delicious wine, sand and sleeping until the sun wakes me up.
It was one of those things where every moment in time, I was remembering how incredibly lucky I was to be doing what I was doing.We began the night we got there with dinner at Spiga. It was delicious but we got ridiculously lost on the way there in our little tin can of a car appropriately named the Charade. However, it got us up the hills, which was really all that mattered.
The second day, we had the Champagne Brunch at the hotel where they continued to refill our glasses to the point of explosion. Then we lazed on the hotel beach and eventually muscled up the intestinal fortitude to eat at Rare, where I had the best Tuna Steak known to man. We then gambled at a completely shady casino and went home.
The third day, we ate breakfast at Mr. Busby's Beach Bar (henceforth to be known as MBBB) and headed out to go ziplining. It was closed so we drove around to various beaches (see picture above) and lazed around. We kissed in the ocean which is apparently something that all people who grow up near oceans do. I was unaware.
We went out to dinner at Big Fish, a place that was our favorite and with which we were in love. The food was delicious (CA had a steak with whiskey sauce and I had...lobsters!!!!) and we were so close to the hotel that you could just enjoy yourself and not worry about anything.
The next day we decided to stay longer. We went ziplining, and I got my wish to watch the most incredible sunset in the history of the universe. All I had wanted to do since coming w
as watch it sink and we sat at this bar, drank a glass of wine and just watched. Afterwards, we ate the most expensive dinner in the world, which I promptly got sick over. But, the sunset made everything completely worth it.The next day we took a ferry boat to the Isle of Pinel where we sunbathed, ate a very expensive cheeseburger (everything there was in euros) and recovered. That night we at the Pirates Buffet at the hotel, saw some sweet fire dancer action and went to bed early.
The following day was sailing! CA had been excited about this for weeks leading up to the trip and thankfully, the
experience did not dissapoint. I had an amazing time doing it and the entire time I listened to him lament the fact that we did not, in fact, own a boat. We went to this adorable little place for drinks and walked around the city of Maho for a bit. Then, we returned to Big Fish because it seemed like a delicious idea.The neeeeeext day, we went shopping and parasailing (which I was in love with ) and rode around on a speed boat. No one has ever really owned boats around me so I didn't know how amazing it was. We both really enjoyed being on the boat. That night, we ventured to Sopranos (yes, named after the HBO show) where we ate and went to the piano bar. That night, we were both very, very mopey because we knew the next day was our leaving day.
The next morning, we got up ridiculously early to go horseback riding in the water! We had an hour and a half ride which was really fun but the kicker was the ri
ding in the water. It's nothing I'd ever done before. And in the end, I really enjoyed it.We returned. ):
I guess the thing is, it's amazing to me that 1. I got to do all that incredible stuff in one trip and 2. I enjoyed it. Moreover, I loved it. I think I am actually being the person that I want to be instead of repressing who I might be.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Back.
Whirlwind will not stop.
That's all fine, really, but still, no stopping.
The last week of school was literally the most ridiculous, over-packed, confusing several days of my life in which my students were sad, I couldn't really tell them things to make them more excited about 6th grade, I got presents and was told I'd be shifting classrooms. At the end of it all on Friday, we had a nice lunch with all my favorite co-workers and KB, LM and I went to the Indigo Girls concert. The music was great, the crowd was interesting (you could pick out the seven men who got dragged there by girlfriends/wives) and it was a nice way to send LM off for the summer.
The next morning, at 5 am, CA and I left for St. Martin/St. Maarten (what kind of an identity would you have as an island if on half of it we spelled you one way and on half another? LAME) . I won't write about the week yet, not until there's pictures, but suffice it to say we ended up staying an extra day because the trip was just that amazing (and I messed up my moving, you can't move in to my new building on Sundays, SO I can't move until tomorrow anyway...). One of the strangest and most amazing things is how quickly you fall into life with a person. I understand we're looking to fall into life permanently together, but I cannot express the amount of time spent doing simple tasks that you'd not be comfortable doing with anyone else around.
The place was beautiful, the week was sweet, quiet and romantic and above all else, I think it helped the both of us unwind, stop worrying and think about the next months ahead. I cannot say enough about the beauty of the island or sensation of some of the cooler things that we did (sailing, horseback riding in the water...) or the best part being that we did them together. I looked over at him a few times while driving the winding roads (and believe me, they are both steep and winding) and felt like this was right.
Right now, I can't even find the will to be stressed about how moving is going to go tomorrow, how strange it's going to be for my ridiculous parents and I to be moving while CA is there today (just building a bookshelf thing...) and how strange it is going to be to live somewhere wit a reception desk. All well and good, of course, but, we'll see.
I don't think I completely adjusted, either, to the idea of not being in Wicker Park either. For the same reason that it is easy to fall into roles with someone else, I think it's human nature to seek out routine in the day-to-day. It will, undoubtedly, be strange to adjust to somewhere new...
That's all fine, really, but still, no stopping.
The last week of school was literally the most ridiculous, over-packed, confusing several days of my life in which my students were sad, I couldn't really tell them things to make them more excited about 6th grade, I got presents and was told I'd be shifting classrooms. At the end of it all on Friday, we had a nice lunch with all my favorite co-workers and KB, LM and I went to the Indigo Girls concert. The music was great, the crowd was interesting (you could pick out the seven men who got dragged there by girlfriends/wives) and it was a nice way to send LM off for the summer.
The next morning, at 5 am, CA and I left for St. Martin/St. Maarten (what kind of an identity would you have as an island if on half of it we spelled you one way and on half another? LAME) . I won't write about the week yet, not until there's pictures, but suffice it to say we ended up staying an extra day because the trip was just that amazing (and I messed up my moving, you can't move in to my new building on Sundays, SO I can't move until tomorrow anyway...). One of the strangest and most amazing things is how quickly you fall into life with a person. I understand we're looking to fall into life permanently together, but I cannot express the amount of time spent doing simple tasks that you'd not be comfortable doing with anyone else around.
The place was beautiful, the week was sweet, quiet and romantic and above all else, I think it helped the both of us unwind, stop worrying and think about the next months ahead. I cannot say enough about the beauty of the island or sensation of some of the cooler things that we did (sailing, horseback riding in the water...) or the best part being that we did them together. I looked over at him a few times while driving the winding roads (and believe me, they are both steep and winding) and felt like this was right.
Right now, I can't even find the will to be stressed about how moving is going to go tomorrow, how strange it's going to be for my ridiculous parents and I to be moving while CA is there today (just building a bookshelf thing...) and how strange it is going to be to live somewhere wit a reception desk. All well and good, of course, but, we'll see.
I don't think I completely adjusted, either, to the idea of not being in Wicker Park either. For the same reason that it is easy to fall into roles with someone else, I think it's human nature to seek out routine in the day-to-day. It will, undoubtedly, be strange to adjust to somewhere new...
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