Introduction
To better understand the posts in this blog, you might first want to read a little about us in a section of another of my blogs (New York City Grrls) since I will not be reintroducing Pam or Charmaine (who continues to play a large part in my life) here.
As for me, I'm Jen—late of my beloved city since early '02. Totally freaked out after 9/11 (not to mention losing my job), I decided to take a break in Florida, where my mother lives, & have been here for the past three years. I like it here, save for the four months of summer when it is almost too hot to be alive, & save for the fact that the part of Florida in which I reside is rather lacking in job opportunities &, well, just plain dull. I sure do miss my City—it's energy, culture & the opportunity to be whatever you desired to be; it's proximity to everything wonderful you could ever want to do.
Oh, I've been back to visit Charmaine a few times, but in the past couple of months I've thought seriously about moving back. She is also encouraging me to do so—alot! However, when I find myself surfing apartment listings or scanning monster.com for jobs (as I did a little while ago, & found one that seems just perfect), I'm reminded of the famous line from Look Homeward Angel: "you can't go home again." My interpretation of this is that even if you do go home again, nothing will ever be the same because time changes everything & everybody; what once was cannot be recreated. Thus, I think I would be happier in the long run to let my memories remain just that—memories. Crappy boyfriends aside, my life in the City was so magical, my friends & social life extraordinary. Many of these friends are married with kids now, & the others? Well, outside of a handful (Joe, Paul B, Susie, Rita, Richard, Suzanne, Garth & Larry), I just don't know where the rest of them are now. Especially the women, because of name changes.
To wit: an excerpt from an email I received from Paul B, lamenting these sad facts: "Familiar people went away, some got married and sold their skis or had children and no longer can afford the sport. Going skiing at Mt. Snow means you go and have a drink at Cousins, then go home. Richard is one of the few that still has ties to the area, but others we knew are lost in the large crowd of new faces. We have been replaced by the new generation. We were slowly moved from the 1st floor to the second, then the third floor bar; now we are on the roof. Next year it will be the parking lot...."
This blog is dedicated to them, the incredible group of friends who made my last twelve or so years in the City so unforgettable, & in it I will recreate some of our more memorable times for you readers to enjoy. Slainte, shalom, whatever—here's to ya, guys ;]
As for me, I'm Jen—late of my beloved city since early '02. Totally freaked out after 9/11 (not to mention losing my job), I decided to take a break in Florida, where my mother lives, & have been here for the past three years. I like it here, save for the four months of summer when it is almost too hot to be alive, & save for the fact that the part of Florida in which I reside is rather lacking in job opportunities &, well, just plain dull. I sure do miss my City—it's energy, culture & the opportunity to be whatever you desired to be; it's proximity to everything wonderful you could ever want to do.
Oh, I've been back to visit Charmaine a few times, but in the past couple of months I've thought seriously about moving back. She is also encouraging me to do so—alot! However, when I find myself surfing apartment listings or scanning monster.com for jobs (as I did a little while ago, & found one that seems just perfect), I'm reminded of the famous line from Look Homeward Angel: "you can't go home again." My interpretation of this is that even if you do go home again, nothing will ever be the same because time changes everything & everybody; what once was cannot be recreated. Thus, I think I would be happier in the long run to let my memories remain just that—memories. Crappy boyfriends aside, my life in the City was so magical, my friends & social life extraordinary. Many of these friends are married with kids now, & the others? Well, outside of a handful (Joe, Paul B, Susie, Rita, Richard, Suzanne, Garth & Larry), I just don't know where the rest of them are now. Especially the women, because of name changes.
To wit: an excerpt from an email I received from Paul B, lamenting these sad facts: "Familiar people went away, some got married and sold their skis or had children and no longer can afford the sport. Going skiing at Mt. Snow means you go and have a drink at Cousins, then go home. Richard is one of the few that still has ties to the area, but others we knew are lost in the large crowd of new faces. We have been replaced by the new generation. We were slowly moved from the 1st floor to the second, then the third floor bar; now we are on the roof. Next year it will be the parking lot...."
This blog is dedicated to them, the incredible group of friends who made my last twelve or so years in the City so unforgettable, & in it I will recreate some of our more memorable times for you readers to enjoy. Slainte, shalom, whatever—here's to ya, guys ;]
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