no more ellipses

claire and kate, two fellow swattie ex-pats who now live around the corner from me, asked if i'd miss swarthmore more once the seasons changed. i'd been missing swarthmore so much as a matter of course, irrespective of season, that it hadn't occurred to me that the coming of labor day without the attendent stress of returning to college would be strange. last year at this time, i remember reading rabi's blog and feeling sorry for her. now i get to incite pity in others, and like the sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.

how is new york?, you may ask, and well may you ask, since i haven't upated in a week. i've been busy -- well, thrift store shopping, which never fails to thrill me, and circling my neighborhood, and hanging out in thompkins square park where dogs orgy as fond humans look on, and eating too much & too well in honor of ben's birthday, and absorbing Bravo by the hour to stock up for when we convince our housemate cable tv is too rich for our blood, and food shopping, and cooking, and reading tarot cards, and sleeping with the cat who is only tolerable when asleep. he's frikkin jekyl and hyde, this cat. he goes from purring and meowing to attempting to eat my face.

naturally i've also been fighting off brief bouts of depressiveness. this i imagine i'll just have to wait out. once i'm more acclimated to the city and my days have more structure and purpose, i hope i'll be happy here. i have five friends within the city limits, and a great apartment, and ben, and a job and a skool only one of which, really, has to be worthwhile. thus, i have a high note to end on.