The family that I nanny for is like my second family. They live about an hour outside of the city, and it’s a different world entirely. These beauties speak for themselves:
Home…
…Or hopefully, it will feel that way someday soon. If home is where the heart is, I need to give mine some time… it seems to be limping along a million miles back down the road. Hopefully now that I have a place to live I will be able to slow down long enough for my poor, tired heart to catch up.
Some Backstory, In Brief:
Last year, I was fairly happily ensconced in a small (but rent-controlled!!) apartment near my ballet studio, with reasonable roommates and a fantastically short commute. Yes, it was in an old peoples’ home, and the furniture was ghastly, and it was so hot in the winter that we had to have the window open AND the A/C on full blast (until the Polar Vortex hit– then we were grateful), but it was home, and it was affordable. Unfortunately, the tenant my roommates took on for the summer (behind my back…not so reasonable after all…) deviously had my name taken off the rental agreement, and essentially stole my toasty little apartment right out from under me as I, in blissful ignorance, danced my butt off in Chicago. With two weeks until the start of classes, I had to scramble, and after a couple of visits to various and hideously overpriced Craigslist offerings, ended up in a friend of a friend’s basement room– less than half the size of my old one, and more than double the rent. But that’s New York for you. And the neighborhood is undeniably beautiful…
The Bandwagon
Did you hear that…?
No?
That sort of… Ungainly, creaking thud?
Yup, that’s me. Jumping on the self-obsessed, WordPress-hosted, internet blogging bandwagon with my fellow Millennials. I’m not sure how I feel about the whole business, to be honest, but I’ve derived a surprising amount of solace from the Internet of late, and I’d like to try to give back. There’s a deep, uniquely modern comfort in the pieces of our everyday we choose to share– from smiling Facebook snapshots to pictures of a beautiful meal. I’m afforded so many lovely, sad, and yes, sometimes unnecessary glimpses into the lives of my friends, acquaintances, and many faces I may never meet in person. It’s a strange and relatively new element of living in this crazy age of constant communication. But, regardless of medium, writing has always been therapeutic for me, and, as a dancer, it would seem I work best with an audience. Here, then, are the pieces of me I choose to share. Hopefully the words and images that follow will be as useful and amusing to others as I believe their sharing will be to me.
Sincerely,
S
the sophist 