Kitty Power

Moving Along

The other day after work, I did something big for me. I kept on going around the circle until I ended up all the way around Grand Army Plaza. I crossed Eastern Parkway and strolled up to the library. And then, I went inside.

I spent so much time in that place when I was a kid. Every big school assignment meant a trip to the Central Library with my dad and usually a stopoff at Wing Wagon on the way home. I haven't been in there since at least '95 and it looked so much larger than I remembered. I waited in line and got my shiny new card (I lost the old one in my wallet losing extravaganza before Christmas). I set off in one direction and then another before I walked up to the info desk and asked "uh...where are the...other books? Here's a number I'm looking for." It kinda felt like old me leaving the place with a big stack. I'm so behind on stuff I want to read. Scored: Hip: A History. Ego Trip's Big Book of Racism. Swift As Desire. In My Place. Girls' Night Out. I wanted the Zora Neale Hurston bio but no dice for me. And then I got home and started thinking about taking a class this summer. And went into shock when I saw they wanted $450+ in two weeks. Err...I've got to think about that one. But, I'm finally trying to get over the malaise and do something to get my mind working again.

Oh, did I mention that the present plan is that unless I can find some awesome new job here in town before the end of summer, I'm just going to finish up the lease and decamp from the city altogether? West Coast, here I come! Perhaps...I'm leaning towards there. I want somewhere really different from NYC with more sun (but no desert) yet with enough things going on that I can still feel I'm seeing new art/music/fashion/whatever. Oh yeah, and a place I can get a decent job also. Independently wealthy, we are indeed not. Though if I spoke Spanish/Portuguese/better French, my ass would be out with the passport so fast, your head would spin. In my dreams at least.

I'm throwing out the pre-plan out to the folks this weekend. I can hear now Mr. Daddy either freaking out and/or asking me what guy I'm running to/from. He's silly like that.

Posted by Candicissima at May 20, 2005 12:57 PM