Summer doldrums have settled in, and both my physical exhaustion and foul weather limit the amount of wandering around I'd prefer. The city invariably progresses, and I am pulled along with it for the moment. Other parts of my life have reached some stasis as well.
We drove to New Jersey for a birthday party this past weekend, to celebrate my friend's son's 2nd birthday. It was great to catch up, some folks there I have not spoken with in at least a year. Their lifestyles are so different, child rearing and providing for their families and houses and yardwork. I wonder what they must think of me? I process how I regard them, with some distance, with curiosity, marvelling at the need to consider school districts and the right size of SUV. I feel a bit ashamed that my worries are minor in comparison; if I've missed out on a new restaurant, did not imbibe some new cocktail, or was unable to attend some new exhibit. In conversation, we were all in agreement that we are resigned to live in the tristate area, out of the comfort of families and other support networks. The lifestyle here is tougher, with longer commutes and even longer, difficult work hours. I agreed, and nod, though I am currently experiencing neither at the moment.
This song came on the radio, serendipitously, as we were driving into Holland Tunnel.
Death Cab for Cutie - I will follow you into the dark.
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