Ok, so I’ve decided to take a different track. I may as well write about some personal things as well teaching, considering I am a person, and do tend try to have a life.
I moved to New York on July 31 from Dallas. Prior to that I had been in Austin where I was desperately trying to sell all of my furniture in order to move up here. Craigslist proved to be a godsend in that front. Just as I was getting scared of having to dump a couch, desk, and several chairs, a nice couple from up in Round Rock came to collect everything from me. They came prepared: trailer, hitch, boots – the whole shebang.
Gab and I packed up all of my stuff, having thrown away most everything I owned. I managed to pack my entire life into 2 suitcases – pretty impressive I thought. Once I got on the plane from Dallas to New York, I had a strange unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach. It didn’t seem right to be moving. And, once I moved into my new place in Harlem, that feeling only grew stronger. From the moment I stepped into my apartment I felt out of sorts. The place was fine; in fact, it was clean, new, pretty – all things one could ask for in a place. I just didn’t feel right. I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, and to top it off, I probably sweated away 5lbs due to the humidity while I shlepped my bags up and down two different fourth floor walkups.
After several days of going crazy, I decided to move out of the place. I went on craiglist, quickly found a new apartment (double the rent mind you), and moved out. The landlady was pissed- but I really could care less. After 2 weeks I found someone to take over the lease – and that’s that.
Now school is about to start (on my birthday) and I couldn’t be more nervous. I haven’t been able to pull myself together until now. Planning an entire year seems a daunting task to say the least. I’ve got about 4000 years of history to cover, and 180 to do it in. It amazes me that Texas only gives ONE YEAR to cover this stuff. We have 2 here in New York, and it still seems crazy.
