One (kind of) sick kitty

A fairly big development in my life that has gone unmentioned on the blog is the fact that I started fostering a cat this past summer. I'm working with a cat rescue group called Anjellicle Cats, and they are amazingly organized, considering how much of a mess these groups often are, logistics-wise. They set me up with Johnny, an orange male that some of you may have seen on my Instagram now and then (I try to avoid copious cat postings for the most part): 

That picture is from the good old days, when Johnny was generally healthy, and therefore eating normally and acting friendly. However, he started to have weird allergies, which freaked me out a little (he was scratching his ears till they had no more fur) and then inflamed gums, which REALLY freaked me out (he stopped eating for several days because his mouth hurt too much). I took him to the vet to get everything treated, each time thinking that would be the last of it. But the gums issue kept coming back. By the time he had his most recent vet visit last week, he hadn't eaten for a whole week. I was force-feeding him water! 

These are all the cat meds (from about five vet visits) that I've gathered so far. 

So at the most recent visit, the vet ended up pulling out ALL of his teeth, except for three canines. Apparently he has a disease where the gums just get irritated by his teeth? So he's eating again with just his three teeth (phew!), but at this point, I'm just too stressed to deal with the possibility of a recurrence of the mouth trouble. So I made the tough decision to call the rescue center yesterday and ask to find him a new foster. It took a lot of time for me to reach this decision, because I really like Johnny and I think he's made himself at home in our apartment. But I just can't cope with the potential stress of a starving cat again, which would lead to scheduling more vet visits while still teaching a full schedule. Thankfully the people at the shelter were really understanding when I made the call, and not angry with me at all, which I was weirdly worried about beforehand. 

So, Johnny's going to stay with me until he gets his check up in early November, and then he will be "re-homed" with another volunteer. Then, after Thanksgiving, my extremely understanding boyfriend Ari has allowed me to get another foster kitty. Hopefully one without so many health problems, but I know it's never a certain thing. 

Until then, Johnny's pretty much back to his normal, cuddly, purr-y, self. He seems to have recently decided, however, that the ONLY place he will sleep is on my pillow. Whether or not my head is on it. So I wake up to this a lot, pressed up against my face: 

Poor wonky kitty. Here's hoping Johnny finds a "forever" home soon. He deserves it. 

The Hour

Yes, I am breaking a months-long silence to tell you about my favorite new TV show: The Hour! It's actually not a new show--it's not even running anymore (it lasted for two seasons, 2011-2012). It's a BBC miniseries, and from my point of view, it is an almost-perfect balance of drama and comedy. The storyline is a bit ridiculous and silly at times (Russian spies!), but the acting is seriously good, and I might have a crush on all three lead actors. 

Especially Romola Garai and Ben Wishaw. They are my favorite. 

That is all! 

Mini-Me

Yesterday, Ari and went to the Museum of Art and Design (free with Columbia ID!) to see their exhibit on 3D printing, which I'd heard from a fellow teacher was pretty cool. It was worth the trip--after waiting in line for about half an hour (not too bad...), I got scanned by a nice lady working there. I had to stand on this grey pedestal, and then hold a pose completely still (no change in facial expressions) as it slowly rotated me around in a circle.

Today I got an email, which took me to this link: 

 It was a bit surreal to purchase myself, in action-figure size. It was also a bit pricy at $40, but how could I resist?

Favorite student quote from last week

Student: Kate, when I see your face it always makes me smile…
Me: Oh, that's so nice! Thank you!
Student: …because then I know that it is Friday, and it is almost the weekend.

(I only see these students once a week. And I'll take whatever compliments I can get.)

On writing fiction

I just read an interview with Tessa Hadley, whose short story appeared in a recent edition of the New Yorker. In one part of the interview, Hadley says of the main character:

"He exempts her from the ordinary effort of being her rather carefully constructed self, because he doesn’t recognize the self that she is." 

I suppose this quote doesn't look terribly ground breaking when it's taken out of context, but it hit me (again) how amazing it is that writers are able to so perfectly describe our thoughts and beliefs and our construction of various "selves." We may think that these thoughts and beliefs are unique to us, but they really connect us all; we all think in a similar way. 

But can you imagine being a person who is regularly able to peel back all of those layers and put it into words? I'm not sure I'd have the courage to do it. 

OK, deep thought of the day is over. 

Almost spring break

My spring break starts on Monday! But really, it starts tomorrow, after I finish teaching my 9-12pm class at Columbia.

I am not going anywhere special for spring break, except for maybe tagging along on a one-night stay in Philly if a couple of my friends decide to make the trip. 

For the rest of the week off, I am looking forward to an awesome STAYCATION. I kind of dislike that cheesy term, but it's the best way to describe my break. Plans include attempting to win lottery tickets to a Broadway show (maybe Matilda?) and getting a Frozen Hot Chocolate (R) at Serendipity. (I loved that drink when I visited NYC my very first time in the summer of 2007; I hear the line's not too long when it's 40 degrees out.)

Also, Ari and I got back from a really nice wedding last weekend in Austin. The bride was one of Ari's high school friends, and in exchange for Ari playing at her wedding, she paid for our hotel and rental car. On Saturday morning we had a very rushed, but worthwhile, visit to the actual downtown area of Austin (where it was rained all day and was chillier than NYC, alas), and had a blast at the rehearsal dinner and actual ceremony. I will post some pictures as soon as I can--it appears I left my camera cord back in Monrovia at Christmas, so it may take a while….

Playing Catch Up

One of the main reasons I haven't posted on this blog in quite a while is that I recently--well, six weeks ago--started working at another ESL school, and while I'm grateful to have more hours, I am still figuring out the balance of work. Add some snow days with mandatory make-up classes, and the week feels pretty long, with not enough time to grade stuff on the weekend before the next week hits.

So I've been feeling overly stressed the last couple of weeks, which is annoying. But today, in the middle of lesson planning, it just occurred to me how one of my favorite things about teaching is the fact that I am constantly trying to improve myself as a teacher. I never feel bored of teaching, because if it's starting to feel boring, I can change the lesson plan by taking the students to museum, or watching a movie with them, or playing a game that gets them moving around the room.

Because I'm constantly trying to improve myself (and trying not to compare myself too harshly with my co-teachers at Columbia who has taught ESL for 30+ years), I sometimes feel inadequate or like I'm not up to the task. But I try to remind myself that I'm doing the best I can, and it takes years to become the kind of assured teacher that I look up to--people like my mother, who has written her own pronunciation book, and my co-teacher Frances, who was the editor of the NorthStar book series (only ESL teachers know what that is!).

So I guess I wrote this post to say 1. I'm still keeping a blog! and 2. I'm still figuring out this whole teaching thing, but I think I like it!

Also, on a completely different topic, I secretly wrote this whole post so that I could add a note at the bottom about how THE OSCARS are on tonight. While I realize the Oscars are pretty dumb and out of touch and waaay too long, they are still FUN for me to watch. AND I saw six of the 9 nominees (Her, Dallas Buyers Club, Wolf of Wall Street, Gravity, American Hustle, and 12 Years a Slave), and I think they were all good, so I'm glad some good movies are getting some recognition. Just too bad that Llewyn Davis didn't get nominated for Best Picture, and that Her will pretty much definitely not win. (It's my fave.) 

Triple Whammy

I just went out to check the mail (which is now working just fine, as of last week, thanks), and had the best mail SCORE:

Three pieces of mail, all for me. 

1. First issue of the New Yorker subscription Ari got me for Christmas

2. An early birthday postcard from my sister Leah in France. First piece of mail from her! 

3. My new Netflix DVD, which I actually have time to watch tonight! (It's Ed Wood.)

In short, this week is going much better than last week. 

I'm quite shocked and saddened by the news of Philip Seymour Hoffman's death today. I think he's one of the first actors who has died during my lifetime whose acting I really was a fan of. I made an effort to see his new movies specifically because he was in them, and thought he was probably in the top 20 actors making movies today.

The fact that he died of an apparent drug overdose (rather than a heart attack or other health problem, as I assumed initially) is even more depressing.

I'll always remember him most strongly in the role where I first noticed him: as the butler in The Big Lebowski. His facial expressions cracked me up.

One of those weeks

This has been a pretty crappy week so far. Allow me to complain:

• Sunday morning: I cut my thumb pretty badly with a brand new knife my mom had given Ari for Christmas. Blood everywhere and decreased mobility. 
• Sunday afternoon: I tried to do laundry in the basement of our building, only to discover that the center washing machine is broken. This left our clothes soaking wet, with nowhere to put them but hang them dripping in the shower. I also got my thumb blood all over everything in the process of carrying laundry up and down the stairs. 
• Monday afternoon: I found out at the last minute that I would be teaching an extra class. I had to scramble for material and basically wing it. 
• Wednesday afternoon (today): DUN DUN DUN. Got my wallet stolen on the subway. I couldn't believe it, because I literally swiped into the subway, rode four stations, and then got off, and my wallet was gone. The kind of funny thing is, I think I know exactly when it got stolen: two guys bumped into me at the same time on the subway platform, which was weird, because the subway wasn't crowded at all. I'm pretty sure they planned to bump into me. So I guess it serves me right for having my wallet all exposed. 

So now I have to get new Metrocard, new credit cards, a new drivers license, new Pace ID, new Columbia ID, and a new Film Forum membership card. I hope it's manageable. Fingers crossed.

Old stuff is cool

I guess the coolness of looking at old stuff is the basic premise of most museums. And it certainly applies to the Transit Museum in Brooklyn. Ari and I were free this Saturday, so we decided to make the relatively short trek out to see this place, which was recommended by my friend Jenny as a fun, cheap way to spend an afternoon.

And it was! The best part is the lower level, where they have all these subway cars from different decades lined up along the platform (the whole museum is a converted subway station from the thirties). You can get on each one and see ads from that time period.

This ad was my favorite (dating from some time in the 40s or 50s, I believe):

The most remarkably different train cars were the wooden ones from the 1910's. So rustic! With wicker seats! 

At the end of the trip, I made Ari pitch in for a "Q" subway magnet for our fridge. That's the subway line that stops closest to our apartment (Parkside Ave.), and it's basically one of the best lines there is in the city, considering it runs express into Manhattan, and rarely has delays. Thanks, Q! 

Snow

Some belated pictures of the snowy day we had last week.

Columbia's Butler Library

View out the window from Lewisohn Hall

Main entrance to Columbia

Ocean Avenue, the main street by our apartment in Brooklyn. 

Reflections on being back in New York (and America)

I figure I'll take advantage of one of my last free evenings to write this blog post, since I'll be starting up with a new, more hectic teaching schedule next week (spring semester, woo hoo!).

• Teaching adult ESL in this city is stressful. I have a master's degree now, which allows me to earn a living wage, but I can't imagine teaching in this city long term. I was teaching 18 hours at Pace University last semester. This coming semester they offered me nine hours--no warning, no apology. So I was luckily able to supplement those hours by joining the adjunct staff at Columbia. We'll see how the juggling of hours goes. I'm a little nervous. 
• The weather here is not that bad. No really, I think I psyched myself out while living in the last year in Indonesia. I totally forgot that cold weather, for the most part, is manageable. SURE, it was literally 3 degrees during the daytime last week. And I realize we still have a few more months of winter left, during which time I may rescind this exact comment. But really--I have generally been able to stay warm enough and still have a life. 
• I can't get enough movies or theater/music/cultural stuff. It's not New-York-specific, but it's been wonderful being able to use Netflix again. Add Film Forum (my one true theater love) and numerous free/discount show options, and it's hard to get bored. 
• I really missed General Tso's tofu. I can't think of anything more worth the $5.50.
• I don't want to live in New York City beyond the next couple years. 
• I really wish our apartment was big enough for a cat. 

I just got back from a comedy show

Wherein I watched John Hodgman dress up like Ayn Rand and tell libertarian jokes in a Russian accent. It's funnier than it sounds, I swear.

Here's the mail! It never fails!

Except that it did fail.

Ari and I have been living in our new apartment since October 1st. At first we didn't receive mail because our address hadn't been officially registered with the post office, and our building hadn't installed mailboxes yet. Then, when the mailboxes were finally installed, we still didn't get anything, despite the fact that my parents had definitely sent us stuff and friends had asked where to send Christmas cards.

This morning, our neighbor from 2C knocked on our door and handed us a stack of mail. Apparently our mail (2B) is being delivered to his mailbox. Whaaaa??

Why is this such a freaking hassle??

At least I have lots of nice Christmas cards to look at until this thing gets figured out.

Snow Storm!

My first day of work was supposed to be today, but thanks to an impending snowstorm, classes were cancelled.

This morning, we woke up with a good few inches of sparkling snow. It's nothing like the snow we got in December of 2010, but it's pretty! Ari and I went for a little walk around Prospect Park during the warmest part of the day (21 degrees).

Pardon the slanted shots--it was too cold for me to stop and hold the iPhone correctly! 

We are now safely inside! 

Resolutions

I think I've got to post my New Year's resolutions before it gets too late. According to an NPR story I heard a few years ago, women are more likely to keep their resolutions if they tell people about them (but apparently this rule doesn't apply to men). 

So here are my resolutions: 

1. Write down one good memory from every day. This resolution will hopefully be made easier by the fact that my sister gave me a cute little French notebook that's designed specifically for this purpose. 
2. Start tracking my spending more carefully and keep within a budget. I hope some kind of miracle app on my new iPhone will help with this goal. Anyone have good recommendations? 
3. Commit more seriously to volunteering. Ideally volunteer at an animal shelter. 
4. Try to be more patient. This is something I have gotten especially bad at since living in New York City. 
5. Make more of an effort to keep in touch with and spend time with friends and family. 

And before I close out this post, a quick mention of big things that happened in my life in 2013 (off the top of my head):

• I lived in Indonesia; and returned home from Indonesia after being away for over 10 months. I also traveled to Singapore, Vietnam, and Hong Kong this year. 
• I moved back to New York City to start a part-time teaching job at Pace University and rented an apartment with Ari. 
• My grandmother on my dad's side passed away on December 20th. Her death was not unexpected; she had been doing poorly for quite a few years and had recently taken a turn for the worse. My family remembers her as a compassionate and giving woman who loved to laugh. We all miss her. 

(I got a new app that allows me to put text on photos.)

(Happy New Year's Eve!)

Belated holiday lights

We drove around Hastings Ranch with the family on Leah's last night in the States.

We're all sad to see her go!

I got an iPhone

As an early Christmas present. Now I can blog remotely!

Last night, I went to see A Christmas Carol at A Noise Within, with my sis (back from Paris for a week!) and my cousin, and of course the family. 

Beginning the end-of-year reflections

Goodreads just notified me that I read 24 books in 2013.

I'm pretty proud of that. Two books a month? Granted, I was in Indonesia (land of virtually no exercise or leaving the house after 6 pm) for six months of that time. But still, not bad. Now if I can just finish Cloud Atlas before 2014 to make it an even 25....

Infinite Jest

Today I finished the longest book I've ever read: Infinite Jest, by David Foster Wallace.

I felt like I should write at least something about it in a blog post, considering that I spent about two-and-a-half months reading it exclusively, which, now that I think about it, is really not that long in the grand scheme of things. But book worked itself into both my conscious and subconscious thoughts in that period of time, and it's hard to let go of the story, especially considering how frustratingly and abruptly the story ends. Ari read the book before me, and really loved it, which I think was part of my motivation for picking it up in the first place. However, he also prepared me for the disappointment of getting through all 1,000+ pages and feeling like there could have been at least another 1,000 or so more. (Not that I WANT to read anymore! I'm perfectly happy to be done with it!)

I've now spent the last two hours researching different analyses and interpretations of the story, and it's just making me even more frustrated. I'm glad I was able to get insight into the strange, amazing, and extremely twisted mind of a writer like David Foster Wallace. However, now that I have finished his "masterwork", I think I can safely say that I don't need to read any more of his fiction.

And that concludes my rather incoherent rambling on this topic.

Oh look, another blog post!

And so soon after the last one! I'm sure you're all thrilled.

Well, I just had a couple more pictures from the past couple days that I couldn't wait to show you.

First of all, this is how I spent Halloween night:

I wore my Sriracha costume to Michelle's apartment (who lives where Ari used to live, just 2 blocks away), and we watched bad TV (well, a bad movie: The Campaign) and drank wine and ate cupcakes and candy. It was quite pleasant.

Then on Friday night we had Michelle and my old friend Kaylan and her husband Jerrod over for dinner. Our first event at our new apartment! Ari cooked dinner, we played Cranium (boys against girls, and girls WON!) and I think everyone had a good time. 

On Saturday I went jogging in the park and couldn't resist taking a few more fall photos, because the sun was finally out, and there are still some beautiful colors to be seen:

I saw ponies too! 

Today (Sunday), Ari and I had some time to spare, so we walked to the Prospect Park Zoo, which is just about 15 minutes' walk from our apartment, and only costs $8. It was a bit chilly outside (55 degrees or so), but we had a really nice time. The highlights were the red pandas (ring-tailed pandas? lesser pandas?) and the sea lions. I've been on a photography roll since Halloween, so I took a couple pictures. 

The red pandas were SO CUTE. Two of them were babies, so they were really struggling to climb around on the branches. Ari and I could have watched them for hours, but it was just a little too cold. So we stuck around to watch sea lion feeding and training (which was also pretty fun) and then headed home. 

The autumn leaves drift by my window

Actually, we have no autumn leaves by our window; the trees by our apartment are still green. But, if you walk a block north, you end up in the southernmost corner of Prospect Park, where the autumn leaves are in full, orangey-yellowy color.

Ari and I are both relatively free on Thursdays, so we took a short walk through the park to get some shots of the trees before they all fall off in the next few days. Annoyingly, it's been cloudy ever since I charged my camera to take pictures, but--I am worried I may not get another chance to photograph how gorgeous it is!

And, just for good measure, I took some shots of our new apartment, finally put together in a way Ari and I are both happy with. We spent last Saturday morning carrying the yellow couch from Ari's old apartment (about 3 blocks away) to our new place. I wouldn't have made it, so thank goodness our wonderful building super helped Ari heave the couch up the final flight of stairs to our place. 

The main living room

Here you can see our tiny kitchen (with a dishwasher! That we still haven't used!) on the left. 

The bedroom, with an actual BED!, and the same Ikea bedspread I've had since freshman year of undergrad....

So that gives you an idea of the place. We're pretty happy with it, barring a few non-deal-breaker issues (central heating is SUPER loud, kitchen sink leaks a little, oven is difficult to turn on). We also hope to get a nice area rug for the main area to really tie the room together.  Hooray for not living out of my suitcase anymore!

I have to hand it to DSW

For putting an albino hedgehog (and no shoes) in their advertising.

And that is all I have to say for tonight.

Please allow me to rave a bit

About the movie I saw today: The Young Girls of Rochefort (Original title: Les Demoiselles de Rochefort), from 1967. This film screened at Film Forum as part of a Jacques Demy retrospective, and the only thing I knew about Demy was that he made The Umbrellas of Cherbourg, which I watched on a whim in undergrad, and found interesting enough and unique, if a bit vacuous. Lots of singing, very colorful, vibrant sets and costumes, and the beautiful Catherine Deneuve at the height of her charms.

So, I figured I'd go see this other film by him, since I knew it also involved music and dancing and Catherine Deneuve and awesome 60's design.

But I didn't know how awesome it would be. The plot was still pretty darn pointless, don't get me wrong. But that didn't bother me--this is basically movie escapism at its finest.

First of all, the two main characters are two sisters, played by actual sisters Catherine Deneuve and Françoise Dorléac. One of them teaches ballet, the other one composes music and teaches piano. And they play like 6 instruments TOTALLY realistically: 

That song in the YouTube video gives you an idea of what the rest of the movie is like. Sure, it's over 2 hours, which is a little on the long side. But there's dancing! 

And Gene Kelly's in it! Dancing! And being overdubbed speaking French! (He also happens to be 30 years older than his love interest in the story, but...it was a different time?)

And randomly, the guy who played Bernardo in West Side Story (George Chakiris) is also in the movie, also dancing and ALSO overdubbed speaking French!  (He's the guy in the orange shirt.)

And everyone's singing is overdubbed! Hooray! 

But seriously, if this kind of movie doesn't drive you crazy with its saccharine ridiculousness, you will love it. Rent it. Or see it on the big screen if you can!

And BONUS if you want to watch another awesomely retro dance scene: 

The apartment does not look pulled together yet. But I'm sharing a picture anyway.

Our apartment's living room looks like this now:

Basically extremely cluttered. I am taking deep breaths. We will build the Ikea armoire next weekend. (We spent all this weekend building the bed, which required extra time due to the fact we forgot to buy an integral part of it and had to go back to buy it this morning.) And then we will feel much better about life.

Irony

It just occurred to me that I am teaching my ESL students about the wonderful American constitution and government this week--coincidentally the same week that our government has SHUT DOWN.

In other news

My sister Leah has a one-way ticket to Paris, France, and she's leaving on Friday.

NOO LEAHHH DON'T GOOOOOOO!!!

I'm gonna miss her. It was nice having her in the same country as me for a month.

We've moved!

And I can blog about it because we just got internet yesterday! Things are looking up!

Ari and I were finally able to move into our new place this Saturday, after much calling back and forth with the realtor and the building manager, then arguing about whether we had to pay rent for the weeks we hadn't moved. (Because there wasn't gas in the building yet! and no dishwasher installed! And the apartment was still dirty! But I digress.)

So me, Ari, and my friend Michelle (who Ari lived with the past year) moved all our stuff into the newly renovated, yet pretty darn tiny, apartment where we'll hopefully be staying for the next year-and-a-half to two years--at least until Ari finishes his MA at Teachers College. It is so small. But I like the way it's shaping up so far. We have yet to put together the new furniture we bought from Ikea on Saturday, so we can't really figure out the room layout yet. Hopefully that will happen this weekend, when we both have some time to actually build stuff!

Also, it's kind of funny because the building is still pretty intensely under construction. There are workers here every day from about 7 in the morning till 5pm, painting and working on the unfinished apartments. And fixing some of the issues, such as the fact that our shower apparently leaks really heavily through the ceiling of the apartment below us. So we had a plumber knocking on our door at 6:45 yesterday morning, asking if he could check out our bathroom. Then, just now (at 7:50pm), another manager guy knocked on the door to see the bathroom AGAIN, about the same issue. Honestly, it feels like Indonesia all over again, what with random people knocking on your door at all hours of the day. I think I'm a little less disgruntled by it then I would have been a year ago.

Anyway, I'm happy to be in the new place, and starting to settle in. I will try to post pictures as soon as the place looks halfway put together.

Worlds Collide!

That title is very dramatic, but my story is not that dramatic. Nevertheless, I thought it was worth posting on the blog. So.

I have been reading David Foster Wallace's massive novella, Infinite Jest, for a little over a month now. It was really hard to get into at first, but now that I've made it through a staggering 33% of the book (NOT including endnotes), I'm starting to actually enjoy it. And as books do, when you read them for a long period of time, it has started to kind of take over my life. I think a lot more about what it must be like to be seriously addicted to heroin or alcohol, and I read about the U.S. Open with a new interest (drug addiction and tennis academies are major themes in the book, in case you didn't know).

Anyway, tonight I was catching up on season 5 of Parks and Recreation, one of my favorite shows on TV right now (tied with Mad Men, basically), and it was the episode where Ben goes back to his hometown of Partridge, Minnesota. One of the minor characters in Infinite Jest is from Partridge, Kansas, and apparently this was all the creator of the show, Michael Schur (aka Mose from The Office), needed to throw in a TON of book references. I noticed it right off the bat, when they go to a law firm named:

All of those names are characters from the book. Then Anne and Chris take an online test called the "Incandenza Pemulis" test. More character references. 

And...I'm starting to realize that this whole post might not be interesting to anyone who hasn't read Infinite Jest. So I think I'll stop there. And just say that I was really excited and proud of myself for catching the references. And so well-timed in my life! 

P.S. Regarding the housing situation, Ari and I have not moved in yet. Hoping to do it this coming weekend, if the place is actually done being renovated. 

Yeesh.

Well, hello there!

I've been putting off posting mainly because I wanted to feel settled before announcing any more news. And I realized that feeling settled is really a long way off. Thankfully, within my first month of moving back to the city of New York City (and constantly asking myself, "Why do people live in this godforsaken city?" one minute and the next minute, "Why would I ever leave this wonderful city?"), I was able to find a good teaching job (English Language Institute at Pace University!) and an apartment.

Both things (work and housing) are progressing, but at different rates. I feel like I am starting to get the swing of things at my job, but I literally have a saved email of an ever-expanding list of questions to ask my boss the next time I can pin her down for longer than five minutes--we don't seem to cross paths as often as I'd like.

As for the housing--Gggahhhahhhh. Ari and I found a pretty sweet apartment the day before his birthday on August 30th. It was undergoing brand new renovations, but they said we could move in Sep. 15th, and probably even a few days before that. Then we had to re-sign the lease. We were supposed to get the keys today, but our broker didn't have them and told us to call another guy, who said he could give them to us at 5pm, but then his phone was mysteriously switched off at 5pm. Finally got ahold of him at 7pm, only to discover that the renovations were still in progress, and...our building has no front door yet. So the keys aren't really necessary yet. The guy seemed surprised to hear that we were planning to move in on Sunday.

So, long story not so short, we hope to move in on Sunday. If our building has a front door. Things in general are not quite as settled as I'd like them to be, but honestly, I am happy to be back in this city. Ari's here! A lot of my friends are here! I can actually Skype with my parents (which was mostly impossible in Indonesia), and I can eat Chipotle whenever I want!

All things considered, it's okay if things aren't totally settled.

Back in NYC

Phew.

After a wonderful whirlwind the last two months, including visits to Bali, Vietnam, Hong Kong, Los Angeles, San Francisco, and Fort Collins, I am now finally settled--sort of--in New York City for the next few years.

I say "sort of," because right now I am essentially crashing in Ari's tiny room with my three huge pieces of luggage, and sharing his bathroom with his other two roommates (one of which, fortunately, is my good friend Michelle). However, Ari and I hope to get our own place in the next month or two. Where it will be remains to be seen. I really like Brooklyn, but if I end up getting a job in the Bronx or Queens or something like that, it would make more sense to move into northern Manhattan, since Ari's working on his master's at Teachers College for the next year or so.

So: job interview tomorrow, job interview Wednesday. Wish me luck!