Spring Clean

Tonight was very leisurely. Got some sushi from Cube 63 for dinner after I went running with Christine. We went up to the Promenade and then back, we are both getting better although I don’t know how I can feel old at 25, but I do since my knee is bothering me more and more every time we go out running. I made an early morning trip on my way into work to the Duane Reade and got a brace, hopefully that will help.

We spent the rest of the evening going through closets and old cloths and throwing things away that we didn’t need. It was nice to get organized especially since we are going upstate this weekend (with about 90 pounds of laundry) and it will be nice to come home to a place that is better organized and clean.

I am very much looking forward to getting out of the City for a few days, it will be nice to see my mom and do what feels like “regular people things” such as taking 1/2 hour trip to Target or the mall without having to make it an all day event with intricate train transfers and figuring out what you can and can't buy depending on what you can and can't carry back on the subway with you. Plus I am missing my mom a bit.

I have been reading this book called “The History of Love,” the way it was written doesn’t lend itself well to be an easy read but I find as I continue to the end it all slowly falls into place as much as it can. One of the main ideas in this book is that you meet someone and you fall in love with them for the rest of your life. The characters meet other people here and there and have other relationships and marriages but they never really move from loving that original person, I think it’s a brilliant as well as a very sad concept. I would hope that there is more than that one person out there and you have the ability for a second chance at love. If not I think we are all going to have a pretty miserable existence depending on the mistakes we all have made while growing up and what may have been the right and/or wrong decisions with the people we had young relationships with.

And with all of that heavy stuff said there is nothing that can be done but moving on with life and finding what you want and what is best for you, I constantly wonder is the city hinders this ability with its sensory overload everyday to the point that you are lucky to remember your own name and what train it is to take to your too small apartment. We’ll all keep going I suppose, until we feel like we figured it out again and do our best not to screw it up this time around.

This is what I am going to tomorrow. You should come and check it out.