In Between Dreams

So.

My life has changed dramatically since my last post. Not so much esthetically, more... perspectively? It's all New York's fault, too. I was planning on going through a play-by-play of my trip, but I'm going through this phase where I'm not super interested in talking unless it's short and to the point. Does that mean no more tangents? Of course not! Back to New York and perspectives...

I feel like I'm living in a sort of limbo since I got back. It doesn't help that instead of returning to normalcy, I returned with a bad cold which resulted in a lot of time sleeping, which doesn't help much with the whole reality thing. Also keeping me in the clouds was a short-lived romance, and I mean reeeally short. It's dissipation should've been more grounding, but instead I feel even more in between. What the hell am I talking about? Most of you should know by now: I've started planning my move to New York City.

I anticipate some kind of snort or eye roll from 75 percent of you, but those of you who know me really well know that I'm serious enough about this that it will happen. Remember when I said I'd get into the 30 Rock live taping? Well here's this for ya:

Yes, that's Jane Krakowski aka Jenna Maroney. So, when I say I'm moving to New York, it's going to happen. Unfortunately, I don't have the funds for that quite yet, which leaves my body quite empty of heart and soul.

Don't get me wrong, I still love Salt Lake, and I love my family and friends and it's going to be extremely difficult to leave them behind. I just don't see a future for me here. I've already started making decisions that will lead to my eventual move. Lisa and I are searching for an apartment this week, so both of us will have cheaper rent. That's right, I'm going to trade in my solitude for a roomie just so I can go to New York! If you didn't believe me, you do now! I'm also staying as far away from love as possible. Absolutely no males are going to get in the way of this. Of course, it would be nice to take a boyfriend with me to NYC so he can pay half the rent on our ridiculously expensive studio, but considering my constant failure in the dating game and the fact that all men are stupid, hypocritical, lying bastards, I wouldn't count on it.

Well folks, it's my bed time, the only time of day I rise out of limbo and into the world of sexy Pie delivery boys and guacamole-stuffed burritos... Sweet dreams.