Funny How Life Works

This won’t be a long post, mostly because it is being typed in my hometown, New York City.  But this is definitely something that has to be dumped out of my head before things begin to get fuzzy and ultimately fall into the realm of forgotten memories.

As what some high-ranking officials would say, there have been some organizational changes ’round these parts of Trevor’s life.  For one, I’m presently no longer in DC, as my job had me relocate back to the City after concluding that the office I was in wasn’t profitable to warrant it being in operation (of course it wasn’t profitable, what with it being three months old and all, but what of that?).  That gavel came down a month ago – crazy how time flies – which was proceeded by a few days of “stress relief” in the form of alcohol and girls.  Since then, I’ve been working back in good ol’ Jersey City, where I am with my corporate breatheren once again to ride the economic rollercoaster.

Much to the surprise of many of my friends here in the City and Jersey, I plan on ultimately moving back to DC.  There are a few reasons for this:

1. Despite all that I’ve outlined here in my blog about DC – most of which wasn’t good stuff by any means – I’ve found DC to be a great place to explore, as there is definitely a lot to our capital than meets the eye (including areas like Cap Hiii’ (thanks Andy for that awesome way to pronouce Cap Hill)),
2. When you don’t have to drive, DC is actually a decent place to be,
3. I have no desire to abandon my housemates, who have grown on me.

So with that said, you can probably make some assumptions as to what I am doing to make this goal a reality. Well, one part of this has been fulfilled as of yesterday afternoon: I officially got out of my lease in Brooklyn and am now living with my parents once again – at least temporarily.  Fortunately I had an excellent landlord who gave back my security in full so that money will help in my bills, one of the biggies being what I owe in NYS taxes.  This had to happen because I cannot afford to pay for two apartments on what I’m presently making, so one of them had to go.  And since all of my possessions are in DC… well, the decision was fairly simple, if not slightly painful.  After all, the place I have – had – in Brooklyn was suh-weeeeeeeeet; between it being the top floor apartment overlooking the JMZ line and having rooftop access, which in turn provided an even more amazing view at all times of the day, the place was an excellent first-apartment.  Can’t knock on my neighbors there too, or the neighborhood – both of those factors were very much in the green.  Hopefully I’ll be able to find a similar place in the future when I decide to move back to NYC… perhaps along the L in Williamsburg… nah, too many minivans (heh).

But in any event, I and my three weeks worth of clothes are in my old bedroom back with the ‘rents, but it’s ok.  After being greeted by a thick fog upon my departure from my apartment by Myrtle Avenue and Broadway, I almost felt that it was the City’s way of telling me that everything will be alright… and things will work themselves out provided I give certain events beyond my control their time to play out.  You may not be able to see exactly what the next street is down the block, but you know it’s there because of the blobs of red and green that you know are stoplights and walk/don’t walk signs.  It’s time to start fresh.  I can’t turn back now – I must keep moving forward.