Metropolitan Nomad

Continuing with this trend of being a modern-day wanderer. I've been frequenting Westchester and Long Island a lot. Class has become stressful, and as a result, I end up spending more time on campus. Partly because of the work, but mostly because of the relief i get from being around people i like and some minor amounts of substances to take the mind off of the day.

Between class and work, I'm always exhausted and have been to preoccupied to think. This weekend was a change of pace, since I was off for the majority of the weekend. I had to wander to Long Island and then to Westchester all within the span of a day and a half. I got to see Tran on Sunday. We went out to get coffee, and had out readings done by a spastic guy with tarot cards at the table behind us. He was strange, and vague in the readings... though he mentioned that he'd only just begun to memorize them. Meh...

Um. This was also the weekend that I had to say bye to Rachel. 13 years of knowing this chick, and she's leaving for North Carolina at the end of this week. Strange girl she is, but we have history. Myself, Roy and Rachel went out for a simple Goodbye meal. Well for Roy and I that meant getting drinks at Grand Lux Cafe. She ate, we drank, it was so.... us. She was a little sentimental, but the Big Red enjoyed herself. We were so loud, in typical fashion. Now we're less one crazy bitch on this Island... This is really the end of an era.

The funny thing is, I got together with the Lags Saturday night, and we were quite nostalgic about Warwick Road. The street which I've lived on all these years was a gathering spot for about 2 years, were everyone would drop by and hang out. Either on the street at my house, but we were always there at night. We had some tight-knit bounds, and stories that defined us 8. But it all unraveled... and now the 8 of us have become scattered chains; only connected by vaguely remembered amistades. Mike brought up Utada, which like Rachel, you had to have been there to truely understand the meaning of that. We sat there in the garage, us 3, the remnants of what was about 4 years ago. We joked of how it's both amazing and a little sad that us three are what's still left of that, and that we can hope for that to be the case in another 4.

It was definitly a week of remenising. I got to see my monkey last night. It was brief, but i was glad to see him. It put my mind at ease. I've become such a worrywart. I need to chill out and not give so much importance to things. I really like this one.