the air of December, I swear I remember it that way

Sculpture on Broadway in the UWS, NYC

My insomnia has made it’s usual reappearance. No idea why. It’s irritating.

Less irritating is that people have been making reappearances in my Venn Diagram lately as well. There was my friend from church that I ran into on the street. She’s moving to Boston and starting grad school next year.

There’s also my buddy from my fencing class that disappeared for a while after Mike passed. Guess cause he took it pretty hard.

And about a half-dozen of my friends just had kids; been running into them in the big city here and there. Like I say, NYC’s a small town.

The thing about running into people’s that it’s a lot like running into a different version of yourself, like running into your possible pasts. Back when the church friend and I were hanging out, we were both single and enjoying single life. And my fencing buddy met me when I was still with my ex and had two cats.

Planning out some things for 2012 and every year that goes by, I’m constantly amazed the number is what it is.

2012? How could it actually almost be 2012?

Me: Do you remember when you thought 21 was old?
Her: (laughing) Yes – 30 seemed ancient back then.

Location: the same place
Mood: wide awake
Music: the air of December, I swear I remember it that way
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4 thoughts on “the air of December, I swear I remember it that way”

    1. I earned it with every creaky bone in my creaky body. Man, youth really is wasted on the young.

  1. "The thing about running into people’s that it’s a lot like running into a different version of yourself, like running into your possible pasts." THAT is so TRUE. Probably why I hate running into people and want to move as far away from San Francisco as I can.

    1. Ha – well, I don't mind it so often; unless we parted on odd/bad terms. But it's nice to visit just for a short while. Then again, I could do without meeting anyone from high school or earlier. I was just such a painfuly dorky dork that I'm not sure I'd have anything to say.

      In that manner, I guess, NYC is like my SF to you. So I could see that. Still, I'm not sure I could leave. Not just yet, anywho.

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