box it up

July concert tickets, in a box. Nights at Bowery Ballroom, Irving Plaza ... boxed. Broadway programs placed below. New York City sidewalks on a summer night at 3am. Bus trips to Boston. Late nights sharing soulful thoughts in a Brooklyn basement. Sunday dinners. That moment when the Mingus Orchestra finds it's perfect harmony. Fridays after work at the met. Buying something new to wear to something new. Pina Colada night. Getting guest towels ready, or not, again. Picking up the visitor pass at the front desk of a coporation who's products have been in your house your entire lifetime. Talking through the walls. Pad Thai, Union Square. Waiting for the R train. and waiting some more. The deli guy and the sushi man. Central Park's rambles. The houses on my street lined up in the late afternoon sun. Riding over the Brooklyn Bridge and being reminded of the time by the digital "watchtower" clock. Montague and the promenade. Bleeker Street, north and south. of course, the Lower East Side. Concerts in Central Park. and Autumn. Switching from flats to heels under the desk. Mamoon's. getting lost in the Bronx. Finding somewhere new to go in Manhattan, good enough to go to again. Weekend trips to.. or with... Lehigh. Standby tickets to Conan. Boxed. Pictures, maps, notes, nametags. Boxed. taped, soon to be stored. Thanks to the players on the stage. Fortunately, you cannot be boxed. and neither can I.

You Just Might Find

Change.

It is the name for small bits of money, that aren't quite whole. It makes prices more enticing, and, ultimately, lower than they would be without change. People make change. People have change. Change must be exchanged for most things we attain if we intend to pay the asking price.

So, I'm making change. I'm exchanging it for what I'd like to get.

Item for Purchase: Better Job - with new and improved salary and working conditions, free time with awesome family, also included.

Price: Me and some change, change being: Location, lifestyle.

Basically, lately I've found myself working really hard trying to make change. Making a change. So many thoughts are flooding my mind. I'm mixed in many ways about the decision, but ultimately, I obviously chose my new job in my same old city. I've quit the first real, salaried job I ever had. Now, in the mean time I'm spending most of my free moments soaking up everything that is New York to me, that I never got around to doing, and seeing the people that won't be so conveniently located to my new Salt Lake diggs. Oh yeah, and inbetween, my job is sucking every last drop they can from me, while I'm also packing the four years of stuff I've collected while living out here with idealistic notions on how to move it, and finding a subletter. One year ago, life was really simple. It was mostly a Dollar store.

You Get What You Need.

More to Come

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—