we're creatures of the wind

i know i haven't really mentioned it, but i'm having quite a bit of trouble keeping in touch with everyone in my life. and now i have a second job at which i'll be working 25-30 hours a week, so i suspect i perhaps will get even worse at it. there's not a day that goes by that i don't mention missing someone. it's usually the same someone[s]. so, even if we don't talk or won't talk for a indefinite period, don't think that i don't think of you. often.

so the job is good and pretty easy. it seems that i'm a pretty "good fit" for the restaurant and the job of a reservationist. i'm glad to be working in the food industry. it seems like a "new york" thing to do. the neighborhood is getting better, or rather, my perception/opinion of the neighborhood is getting better. the c-town [grocery store] here isn't so bad, and i've already fallen in love with a few of the restaurants. i just had amazing vegan carrot cake down the street. the apartment is in some bit of shambles, and i desperately want something in which to house my clothes other than plastic blue bins on the floor. and a bed. a bed in which to dream about the happiness of the money a second job brings. the ring i've been wearing is worn and bent to the point of being endearing, which i find quite fitting. the commute to work is surprisingly easy, and life with this new hole [gaping] is both sobering and sad. and anticipatory. i dreamt last night about that song "wild is the wind," nina simone's version. i never dreamt about a song like that. in the dream i was trying to convince people that it was a fitting, if not perfect, song for the "first dance" at a wedding. hmm.

i still want you to visit.