So here's what's going on.
I've left New Haven.
For everything there that charmed and amused me, there was fear and discomfort. I could (and will) write at length about how much I struggled with the "it's complicated" relationship I had with the city itself.
It's a spectacle there. It really is. Not like New York, but maybe like New York if it were teeny and haunted with the title "Fourth Most Dangerous City in America."
I never feel safer than when I'm in New York. I'm one of those alert types though.
More interestingly is that, while in New Haven, I managed to forge an "as complicated as can be expected, but not in a warning sign kind of way" relationship with an actual human being.
I'll give you a moment to deal with that shock.
And then another on:
We've moved in together.
It's a small but cute apartment in the Black Rock area (the not ghetto side) of Bridgeport. The community is great, the train station is 750 feet away, so are bars and restaurants and theaters and galleries. And the beach is just a bit over a mile down the road.
Considering all the moaning I've done on this blog and Tumblr, I thought it was time for some good news.
Glad I tagged everything with "imminent survival".
Meanwhile, I'm stage managing a play in May (The Runner Stumbles), getting active with an Arts Advocacy program, gearing up to take a course in Grantwriting and Consulting, and unpacking, unpacking, unpacking.
Anyway, so it's not all emotional baggage I'm unloading on you this time, Internet. I'm tempted to give away actual stuff perhaps.
But, I still haven't found my spoon rest.