I'm not going home--not really.
Aug. 8th, 2004 02:33 pmProbably would have been decent of me to post this before for the benefit of
reves_rouges et al, but my first concern upon arriving at Haley's was to go the fuck to sleep for as many hours as possible. Five-ish hours later, I can now assure you that we landed safely at ass o'clock this morning (as in, we watched the sun rise from JFK--*shudder*) and we're about to hop in the car for a cumulative total of four hours to drive to Otsego and pick up Simon Kitty Paws from his post at Haley's mom's house. Because we are crazy.
Apparently it took nine days in NYC to really notice the absolute silence of Haley's apartment when there's no music playing. No traffic outside. No sirens or banging or car alarms or people yelling. It's kinda creepy, actually.
New York feels like home already. I can't believe I have to wait more than a year to move there.
Apparently it took nine days in NYC to really notice the absolute silence of Haley's apartment when there's no music playing. No traffic outside. No sirens or banging or car alarms or people yelling. It's kinda creepy, actually.
New York feels like home already. I can't believe I have to wait more than a year to move there.