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Lying in bed is a good time to think. Last night, as I lay in bed, it occurred to me that -- as far as I know -- I have never been away from New York City for more than about three months at a time. I mean, I grew up there, I visited frequently when I was at Hampshire College, and I did my graduate work on Lawn Guyland.
The last time I was in NYC was New Years, and the three month mark is rapidly approaching. Meanwhile, I have no plans to return to the city before June, at the earliest. So it occurs to me that I may have finally given up my New Yorker status for good. Not that it was ever as vital a part of my identity the way it is for some. But between ending my job at Stony Brook and moving all my belongings out of my mother's house, there really isn't anything there as an anchor for me anymore. Heck, I even told the post office to forward all the mail from 168, which had always been my most permanent address.
A corollary of all this is that it is going to be some time before I see MarchHare again, because I believe that every one of our dates has taken place in NYC.
The last time I was in NYC was New Years, and the three month mark is rapidly approaching. Meanwhile, I have no plans to return to the city before June, at the earliest. So it occurs to me that I may have finally given up my New Yorker status for good. Not that it was ever as vital a part of my identity the way it is for some. But between ending my job at Stony Brook and moving all my belongings out of my mother's house, there really isn't anything there as an anchor for me anymore. Heck, I even told the post office to forward all the mail from 168, which had always been my most permanent address.
A corollary of all this is that it is going to be some time before I see MarchHare again, because I believe that every one of our dates has taken place in NYC.
