The first of this particular December was rather memorable. On the happier end of the spectrum, my little brother got engaged! I'll repeat. My LITTLE brother got engaged. Yes, at 25 he is still little. We are all excited to welcome Kristen into our family and to have yet another classic wedding and reception to add to our collection. I have no details whatsoever on the proposal or anything but I've always considered those stories to be better told in person anyway. Oh and also, it isn't my story. I think I'll hold off on relating engagement tales until my own pops up (READ: nevergonnahappenwhichishowicurrentlylikeit). Anyway, the most articulate way to sum up this news up is to say, with all the excited energy I've got: YAY!
A side "event" that is going on as I type this on my home computer is that my "w" and "a" keys are sticking. I'm certain I resemble a small child with small hands, trying to play Rachmaninoff whenever hitting one of those letters. And did you ever notice how many words contain one or both of those letters? I have. And still am.
At the moment I am unwinding in my apartment after a weekend upstate in Albany with my good friends. It was really just spectacularly cold for most of the time (late November, who knew) and as a result we spent time indoors catching up, eating and playing "Cards Against Humanity" and then eating some more. I also stayed up late one night discussing my love life with Becca, arriving at the conclusion that I'm pretty much a hot mess in that department but I kinda already knew that anyway. Still, it is nice to get confirmation. Anyway, it was pretty much a needed respite from the constant entropy of coming and going that is my natural state of being. Honestly, if I could live my entire life going from one warm and cozy evening spent this way to another, I think I might forget my existential panic once or twice, though I can promise nothing.
The relative calm of the weekend was disrupted a bit when, after arriving at the Albany train station with plenty of time to spare before my 8 am train this morning, the announcement was made that an earlier train on the same line had completely derailed. Not that I have personal experience with such a thing (though news reports have been stating that this has happened at least twice before this year), it was pretty clear that it was going to be hours and hours before service was restored, if it even was going to be restored. It was pretty easy to quickly decide that renting a car and braving the traffic back downstate would be the preferable option to sitting and waiting for train service to be restored. Thankfully my friends waited at the station with me and were able to drive me to the airport to rent a car. We offered a ride to another young woman who was also headed down to NYC. Each time I have found myself in situations like this, when people are essentially stranded due to human errors or acts of god, I have found my fellow humans to be helpful, honest and willing to accept help. In a way I think these times have instilled a deep faith in human nature in me that, no matter how often I profess to recognize evil in humanity, never really goes away. When I've needed help from a stranger, I've received it. When I could offer help, I have and so have my friends and family. So there is that.
The car rental boots at the airport were plentiful, and completely ready to charge almost $300 to rent a car for the three or four hours it would take to drive back to Long Island. Dejected, I was forced to take the "deal" which would involve me driving to JFK airport and then taking the train home. I kept repeating to myself and to my friends that at the very least, I'd be able to go home, unlike the people injured on that derailed train. In all honesty, even with the added expense and hassles of having to rent that car, I was not upset. I didn't even mind the extra $100 or so it cost me to get home. It was the ability to get home at all that I held onto. And so a normally three hour trip ended up taking about seven hours, even without traffic. It was what it was. I only ever understand that saying when it is actually happening. It is a good saying, though. It help give the perspective that sometimes there is nothing to do but live through whatever is happening; an important lesson that most of us never really learn.
Anyway it is nigh on 11pm on the first day of the month and I find myself exhausted so I'll say goodnight. My exhaustion is mentioned here by way of explanation to the quality of this entry. Unless you liked it. Did you? Check "yes" or "no".
The relative calm of the weekend was disrupted a bit when, after arriving at the Albany train station with plenty of time to spare before my 8 am train this morning, the announcement was made that an earlier train on the same line had completely derailed. Not that I have personal experience with such a thing (though news reports have been stating that this has happened at least twice before this year), it was pretty clear that it was going to be hours and hours before service was restored, if it even was going to be restored. It was pretty easy to quickly decide that renting a car and braving the traffic back downstate would be the preferable option to sitting and waiting for train service to be restored. Thankfully my friends waited at the station with me and were able to drive me to the airport to rent a car. We offered a ride to another young woman who was also headed down to NYC. Each time I have found myself in situations like this, when people are essentially stranded due to human errors or acts of god, I have found my fellow humans to be helpful, honest and willing to accept help. In a way I think these times have instilled a deep faith in human nature in me that, no matter how often I profess to recognize evil in humanity, never really goes away. When I've needed help from a stranger, I've received it. When I could offer help, I have and so have my friends and family. So there is that.
The car rental boots at the airport were plentiful, and completely ready to charge almost $300 to rent a car for the three or four hours it would take to drive back to Long Island. Dejected, I was forced to take the "deal" which would involve me driving to JFK airport and then taking the train home. I kept repeating to myself and to my friends that at the very least, I'd be able to go home, unlike the people injured on that derailed train. In all honesty, even with the added expense and hassles of having to rent that car, I was not upset. I didn't even mind the extra $100 or so it cost me to get home. It was the ability to get home at all that I held onto. And so a normally three hour trip ended up taking about seven hours, even without traffic. It was what it was. I only ever understand that saying when it is actually happening. It is a good saying, though. It help give the perspective that sometimes there is nothing to do but live through whatever is happening; an important lesson that most of us never really learn.
Anyway it is nigh on 11pm on the first day of the month and I find myself exhausted so I'll say goodnight. My exhaustion is mentioned here by way of explanation to the quality of this entry. Unless you liked it. Did you? Check "yes" or "no".
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