Well right about the time my doorman stops bullying me about having my keys out and ready before he’ll open the door for me (honestly, out and ready even though HE PUSHES A BUTTON TO OPEN THE SLIDING GLASS DOOR), and the locals are just starting to get used to my blonde presence, is about the time I will be making my grand exit from Philly.
We only have two or so weeks left in this fine city, and I’m sorry that you’ve hardly heard a word about them. Frankly there was no way to foresee that my lack of schedule would equate to a lack of blogging. But lately I haven’t been able to sleep at night because my mind races with ideas and thoughts and all sorts of things that I want to wake up Eric to chat about, but I’ve found, shockingly enough, he’s not that interested in what I have to say at 3 a.m. Or at least he can’t fake it as well as he usually does during the daylight hours.
I’m not entirely sure why I need to share ALL THE TIME, but, I think blogging helps me sleep better at night so I really am quite excited to get back into the swing of things.
I’ve learned a lot out here on the east coast. For starters, I’ve learned that you should never underestimate the power of a DVR. DVR’s are the devil’s candy. And apparently I have too much of a sweet tooth to have one. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t watch HOURS of television. But I just used to watch almost none. So the contrast has been startling. It’s really easy to get pulled into shows because you don’t have to actually remember a specific time or day to sit down in front of your 12″ TV, all you have to do is squint your eyes at the tiny screen and push a little button that says “Season Pass” and BOOM! You’ve just committed 12 hours of your life to finding out who the Next Food Network Star is, or just WHO THINKS THEY CAN DANCE! It’s awful.
I’ve also learned that Eric and I are capable of spending countless hours together without getting sick of one another. In fact, one reason I haven’t been blogging as much is because I really don’t have that much alone time any more. Eric was gone a ton in the beginning of the summer, but the last two months he’s been by my side all day. Just now he’s trying to distract me and divert my attention by singing a song from a YouTube video we can’t stop quoting. “These shoes suck…”
I can honestly say that I was not fishing for compliments in my last post. Though I will admit I’m the hook line and sinker sort, but I was really very flattered and appreciative of all the loving things some of you had to say. Thanks for having this online relationship with me. I’ve had my fill of this MoTown Philly, and I’m ready to say WHAM BAM THANK YOU MAM and be done with her.
So what I’m trying to say people, is whether or not you want me: I’m all yours.