David and I have been living together for a month. It doesn't feel like that, though. See, before we moved in together, we spent time together in such a way that made it feel like we already did. For at least 2-3 nights at a time, sometimes more, one of us would move in with the other, and round and round we went. Before we made the move I had an insatiable obsession with reading articles about "what to expect when you move in together," but it was all pretty useless. Warnings about him seeing me without makeup or living with his bathroom behaviors or trying to figure out how to share a bed were all lost on us—been there, done that. We move quickly around here, I guess. The only things that really changed about our living situation were a) both of our stuff is in the same place, and b) we don't have to cross a river to get to each other.
But we have been in a bit of a weird situation. Pretty much the same week that we decided to start looking at apartments (meaning, we were prepared to move in a month's time—NYC real estate dictates that you work fast), David's job sent him to another state for a project that needed him. Luckily the work travel is just about over, but for the first month that we lived together, he was only here four nights per week. Because of that, we haven't fully established our weekday rhythm together. Weekends though... we've been pretty good at weekends.
What else is going on? Well, I'm still job-hunting, so there is that. I think I've said all I want to say on the subject—it's hard, it's depressing, it's depleting, and I just want to get to work. Oh, and if I have to read one more piece of vague advice about how cover letters are the secret key to landing a job but never read any two people agreeing on what a cover letter should look like (Be creative! Don't be weird. Stand out! Don't be off-putting. It doesn't matter how you open! Your opening is everything. Summarize your background! Don't summarize your resume. Really show the interviewer who you are! Don't write more than exactly 11 sentences.) I'm going to scream. Listen, recruiters/HR: if the cover letter is really this make-or-break, throw people a freaking bone. Better yet, I propose you only request a cover letter from the resumes you actually read for more than 1.2 seconds and don't throw in the trash. It takes me a half hour to apply for a job it takes half a second for you to reject people from...let's rethink things a bit. (I could go on about this for days; I'll quit here.)
I haven't taught a single yoga class in a month. On the one hand, I've enjoyed the break and the return to just being a student. On the other, I miss it tremendously, and I'm not even practicing nearly as much as I'd like to. My old studio felt like home; I knew all the teachers, could pick and choose classes based on what kind of practice I was in the mood for. I found a nearby studio that I do really enjoy, but making the 12-minute walk over there isn't always appealing, and I admit I've been more than a bit lazy. On the bright side, I'm starting to make more time for my home practice, which I have pretty much neglected for a year and a half now. I'm in talks with someone right now about getting a few classes to teach, which I hope is exactly the zap I need to reignite this machine.
A machine I was finally able to reignite though was my run game. It has taken me SO long to fall back into my groove; even when I was running on the schedule I gave myself (which was a bit more forgiving than it should have been, considering I've got a marathon coming up) I wasn't enjoying it or feeling the benefit like I used to. But I had a great rebound week and, come on, these views on the run? Would you stay inside?
The view facing north, the George Washington Bridge which connects NYC to NJ.
The funny thing is, I say this as someone who never had "big city dreams" or thought she would settle in NYC. Don't get me wrong, I love this town and always have. Growing up across the river, how could I not? But I always thought NJ would be home, and that a marathon's distance away was close enough. And at the start of my residency here, I was almost embarrassed about the idea of being a doe-eyed New Jerseyan coming to Manhattan, looking around with eyes wide and feelings of grandness about everything I saw. How cliche and pedestrian! But the thing is, New York is all that. The Upper West Side is everything it's cracked up to be. It's as beautiful as it looks in movies; more so. It's as electric and vibrant and inspiring as every TV show has ever made it seem. It has its downsides too—I had to hold my breath walking out of the subway station today because it reeked of pee—but this city is a living, breathing organism. I knew that already; I felt it every time over the past 27 years when I emerged from the Lincoln Tunnel into midtown or walked the maze of the Lower East Side to get to my favorite bar and pizza place, and that's why I let David convince me to move here. I didn't realize until I got here though how much I needed its life, its breath to course through me right now.
There's more we'd chat about over coffee, I'm sure. I'd wish you a happy new month and mention I turn 28 at the end of this month—and confess that I have mixed feelings about it. We'd talk politics, because how could we not? We'd touch on the Oscars, and I'd annoyingly repeat my story about how I've seen every broadcast of the Academy Awards since literally the day I was born, because I was born on Academy Award night in 1989, during the announcement for Best Picture (Rainman). I'd wish you a happy Women's History Month and ask if you're participating in next Wednesday's Day Without A Woman.
I'd apologize for the lack of comments I've been leaving. I can only keep up with reading these past few weeks, but I am here and I do love knowing what's going on with you. I'd ask if you're reading anything good, and hope you're enjoying some spring-like weather. I'd ask how your spouse or SO is doing, and what's new with your family. I'd tell you I hope work is going well and your hobbies are keeping you entertained. Before we parted, I'd give you a sincere squeeze and tell you I hope to sit down for coffee again very soon.
Linking up with Kristen.
Linking up with Joey.