Flashback Episode
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” Until this year, I don’t think I ever really understood what that meant. Over the past year I’ve had the chance to go, see and do things I never thought imaginable. I’ve made some really great new friends and I’ve had time to reunite with friends from the past. In the past couple of weeks alone, I’ve felt like a New York socialite, shaking babies and kissing hands, visiting one holiday party after another. (BTW, to all my wonderful hosts, thank you for the invites. I enjoyed each and every gathering immensely.) Still, as the year winds down, I find myself a little down.
First, I really didn’t want to start a new year without a job. Without hopping on the self-pity train, I’ll just say that I am an extremely hard worker and I love music. I am sure someone will appreciate this combination at some point, but it hasn’t happened yet, and I am really getting anxious.
Also, my dear friend and roommate, Jaesan, is leaving New York City in a few days. We’ve been roommates for 6+ years. Friday he took the day off work and I set the all consuming job search aside for a few hours so that we could hang out. We walked around the city and talked about all the great times we’ve had. During lunch, I told him that it felt like a sitcom’s flashback episode. “Remember when you moved my sh*t out of the dorm to your uncle’s place in NJ? We had looked and looked for a place to live, but no one wanted to rent to two single young men without jobs?” “Oh, you remember the time the heater exploded in the apartment?”
You get the picture.
