After a couple of false starts on the supposed "New Blog" I am still here. I am, after all, still evolving. I think I will just redesign my header or something. After so many years here I am rather attached to my blog. Which seems like a very strange thing to say, actually. I guess I am part of that generation.
In the interim we have been grocery shopping and budgeting and trying not to watch too much T.V.. We're trying to make friends with the neighbors whom, for the afore mentioned reason, I believe are a tad hesitant to get involved with us.
We're bored a lot, actually. This is both a blessing and a curse because as we don't have any friends outside of each other (and Sister L who lives an hour away) we are have to spend a lot of time trying to keep entertained. On the plus side, this is developing our friendship in a way that we haven't really yet developed it (again, backwards, I know). We have started playing games and The Boy is forcing us into physical activity. It's healthy for us. On the minus side that means we are with each other all the damn time. We run out of things to say to each other, people. And on Friday nights? Oh, you should hear the laments of "I wish we had friends!"
Outside of my relationship I have been creatively sucked dry. I have nothing to blame, really, but because I need to blame something I am attributing it to my meds which haven't been working so hot these days. General happiness punctuated by bouts of unnecessary rage (refer again back to why our neighbors won't talk to us) have me headed back to the doctors to tinker with the pills. You all know that I don't write when I'm depressed so... sure, yeah, it's that.
This morning I found myself badly missing my life in Paris. I put on my fancy black heels with big leather bows (which The Boy hates but I adore)
to feel a little bit less blah and it almost worked. I don't feel sophisticated the way I did when I was in France. This has a something to do with the gobble I've grown under my chin - along with my teachers arms and never coiffed hair - but it has a lot to do with the fact that Philly isn't really a sophisticated city. It has a sophisticated side like any other city, but in general it's a city of sports fans, cheesesteaks and Irish pubs.
I miss the glamour of Paris.
The lights and the history and the beautiful people everywhere. Art, art, art, wine, wine, art and more wine. Philly is a city of beer. Paris has fashion. Philly has...sweatpants. Well, comparatively speaking anyway.
I feel like I want to add the class back into my life. I don't even know what that really means. In my mind it renovates our apartment to hide the glaringly obvious Ikea decorating and the certain not-so-new parts of the place that make me feel slummy, however that solution requires more money that we do not have.
Though, admittedly, I firmly believe that a couch would solve all of my problems.
One step at a time, dear, one step at a time. See? Still evolving. Can't leave yet. Must post more soon.
See you there?