i think my subconscious wants to depress me. i had a very vivid dream last night about apartment-hunting in NYC (something i only dream i could do) and in the dream i found a really nice, like split-level place for $750. it was beautiful. going back to NYC in the spring/summer is going to kill me. i will leave claw marks on the bus station because my boyfriend will have to drag me onto the bus to come home.
i don't know why i got so attached to the city when we were there last fall. i certainly felt no urge to live there the first time i went. now it's the number one place i'd like to live (yeah, Arizona got bumped. the one place i've been in love with since i was six...i bet it's a nice place to retire to, though; i could live like Georgia O'Keeffe and paint the desert all day).
all i really want is a nice little house/apartment with a decent-sized kitchen and a victrola or something. i don't even own any records, but i want something to play them on.
i don't know why i got so attached to the city when we were there last fall. i certainly felt no urge to live there the first time i went. now it's the number one place i'd like to live (yeah, Arizona got bumped. the one place i've been in love with since i was six...i bet it's a nice place to retire to, though; i could live like Georgia O'Keeffe and paint the desert all day).
all i really want is a nice little house/apartment with a decent-sized kitchen and a victrola or something. i don't even own any records, but i want something to play them on.