Posts Tagged ‘Moving’


Blog Paralysis

May 22, 2008


I’ve been feeling like I have nothing to write about lately. Well, first, I had no computer access, then my days began to consist of nothing but errand running and apartment cleaning. Not the stuff of inspirational blog postings.

To catch everyone up: This past weekend, I finally moved back to Boston, spending the weekend with my mom at my uncle’s house, seeing my cousins, and easing myself back into East Coast living (brunch in the South End, Lunch with Patrick in Faneuil Hall, shopping on Newbury). 

Then my friend (and my little in my sorority) Lynn moved into our summer apartment and proceeded to clean the entire place. I’m not used to living in places with three months worth of dust and grime build up as I’m what I refer to as a constant cleaner. If I’m standing in the kitchen waiting for something to boil, I’m wiping down the counter with clorox wipes. When I brush my teeth, I wipe down my sink. You get the picture. This way things never reach a point where I actually have to spend entire days cleaning. Sadly, it was unavoidable here. Also unavoidable was doing a grocery store run for all my kitchen basics, which I’m SO tired of doing, having done it there times in the past 9 months alone. Happily, next time I move it will only be across campus so I can just take all my spices and frozen foods with me. 

I also started class last night, which was a little hard to get in the mindset for as I haven’t had a real class since december. It was also hard because there are only five people in the class, which kind of forces attentiveness, an already difficult task in a three and half hour class. My professor proved interesting, however, as she walked into class with her adorable 17 year old dog in a stroller, then half way through class had to stop lecturing to buy the dog sun chips. 

Today I’ve been in a weird funk of not wanting to leave the apartment as I have nothing concrete to do. I should be running to Shaw’s to get things I forgot to or could not pick up at Trader Joe’s or making a copy of the building key because for some reason Lynn and I were only given one and have been having to meet up every time one of us wants to get in the building. This is my problem with having free time. I do absolutely nothing with it. I know I’m going to get busy soon, so I should get these things done now, but I just want to sit around and watch How I Met Your Mother DVDs or read commentary on David Cook’s triumphant win last night. 

I’m hoping once I get busier I will get out of this funk. This weekend Jillian and Patrick will be in town, so we can have a LA type party around Boston. I also go back to my work-study job, which I love, tomorrow. I can’t deal with not getting myself to leave my apartment for much longer. 

Hopefully my life will get more interesting soon. These wrap-up entries depress me.


Slowly Becoming a Nomad

May 6, 2008


I haven’t even unpacked yet, and I’m packing again. Well, I’m moving my already packed things into another smaller bag. My mom and I are headed back to Ohio for a few days, mainly to pick up things my mom ordered from the furniture store she used to work at. I am going, however, to see my friends (well, the two friends I still talk to) from high school, who I never get to see since my parent’s moved to Delaware. 

I feel like I never stay anywhere for any significant period of time. I’ve been in this weird nomadic state ever since I started college. One day I counted all the places I’d lived since I moved into my freshman dorm, and the number is mildly ridiculous. In that time, I’ve lived in four dorm rooms slash on-campus apartments. My parents have lived in three houses and two apartments in between houses. Plus, I’ve worked at a sleep-away summer camp twice (where I moved three times each summer), and I’ve had multiple trips to visit Stephanie in Indiana and Syracuse, to visit friends in Alabama, to visit friends all over, really, and to visit family in Maryland and California.

I never feel like I’m home anymore. I mean, my parents’ house is technically home, but I live at school more. I’d call Boston home before I’d call Wilmington home. Every time I’m at school, however, I’m living somewhere new. Plus, I haven’t been at school since December, as I’ve been “living” in LA. I can’t wait to graduate if only for the fact that I will hopefully move somewhere and stay IN THE SAME BEDROOM for at least a year. I hope. I really hate packing.


A Great Game of One-Upmanship

December 25, 2007


Stephanie: I can’t wait to visit, Bonny.
Me: I can’t wait to visit Israel, the homeland of our ancestors!
Stephanie: I can’t wait to go to LA for a week.
Me: I can’t wait to live in LA for four months!
Stephanie: I can’t wait to wear my new black dress.
Me: I can’t wait to sell my own line of black dresses for thousands!
Stephanie: What?
Me: I think I went too far.
Stephanie: Yeah…I can’t wait for egg casserole tomorrow.
Me: (pause) Me either.

Today has been quasi bizarre. It started with me sitting on the couch for several hours, because really, what do I have to get up for? It then segued into me having a nervous breakdown over packing for my trip to Israel – a job for which I was given the advice “Remember, in Israel it can be as cold as 40 degrees and as hot as 80.” How do you pack for that? It then ended with Stephanie and I making playing cards and drinks so we could play a family game of Kings. (High point: The rules dictating that before each drink, the drinker had to stand, quote something [Friends, Mean Girls, My Best Friend’s Wedding, Jerry Seinfeld stand-up – all the Brown family classics] then spin around and drink. Low Point: Some pointed never-have-I-ever rounds led by my dad *shudder*)

Tomorrow, my second nomadic period of the year begins. We’re driving to my grandparent’s house to have Christmas dinner with them. This is the first time, ever, in my entire life that I will be waking up in my own house on Christmas morning. We always go to my grandparents’ house to celebrate with them, since we don’t technically celebrate Christmas in our family. Anyway, we are driving to Baltimore for the night, then Wednesday morning, I’m going to the airport to fly to Boston. There I’m staying the night with my friend Jessica before waking up on Thursday to get on a lovely 12-hour flight to Israel. I’m a little freaked out, as this is the longest flight I’ve ever taken, but hopefully that stash of sleeping pills and the free alcohol I’ve been promised on the plane will knock me out. Or kill me. I should look into that.

After my 10 day trek through the holy land, I will come back for two days, crash, madly pack for the next four months of my life, then jump on a five-hour flight to San Diego with my dad. I will then spend a number of day’s with my mom’s family, hopefully relaxing and getting reacquainted with some kind of time zone slash sleeping schedule.

I don’t know why I do these things to myself. I guess when I signed up to go oversees then study abroad one right after the other, I assumed my family would be living in some sort of real house, and not an apartment and half built half at the same time. I feel completely disorganized and out of sorts. It is very difficult to pack for multiple trips when you aren’t even unpacked in the place you “live.” When I graduate college, I will have lived in at least 10 different places, and that doesn’t count the three different places I lived at camp. I sometimes wonder why I like going to my grandparent’s house so much, but then I realize it is the only place I’ve gone to consistently since I was two years old. At school, I sometimes feel my Uncle David’s house is more of a home to me than where my parents live. I’ve probably slept there more with all the move-ins and move-outs. And I thought I moved a lot as a kid…

Well, I guess all I can say is let the next of many journeys begin, and let everyone have a wonderful holiday and a fabulous New Year! I’ll think of you all when I ring in the New Year seven hours early surrounded by a bunch of Jews.


You Can’t Go Home Again

November 25, 2007


Especially in my case: My parents move around a lot – They’ve moved houses twice now since I’ve been in college, and I still have a year to go. At least the first house only moved us about five minutes from where I lived out the last two years of high school. Now, though, my parents have moved over to the mid-Westerners east coast state: Delaware. An hour from the beach. An hour from the mountains. Twenty minutes from downtown Philly and a two hour train ride to The City. Not too bad a place to (hopefully) stay for some time. I’m happy for them. It just kind of sucks when “coming home” consists of sleeping on a blow-up mattress in the living room of my dad’s corporate apartment – a lovely hold over place until my mom is done rebuilding and redecorating the house my parents bought. I have accomplished a lot, though, free from the silly distractions of high school friends and my own car slash knowledge of where I am. I went shopping with my mom and bought some great stuff at both Target in Wilmington and the Macy’s in downtown Philadelphia. I stayed at my grandparents house in Bel Air, MD for two days for Thanksgiving, which was a little surreal since their house has always been a twice a year deal, as the closest we’ve ever lived to Bel Air before this was five hours by car (and that was when I was in 5th grade…). I saw my cousins, had some good good, and again, went shopping at my aunt’s sister’s store. I hung out with my sister and had a Friends Thanksgiving episode marathon after the obligatory viewing of the spectacle that is the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.

I started and finished Tom Perrotta’s new book, The Abstinence Teacher, started reading The Tipping Point, and continued reading Eat, Pray, Love. It is so nice to just sit around once in a while and have absolutely nothing to do but read the only thing you want to be reading. It’s amazing how much faster I read in that situation, when there is no pressure, except to finish before I have to get back to reading all that stuff I have to read. I really enjoyed The Abstinence Teacher, which I guess wasn’t surprising as I really liked Election and Little Children, but this hit a lot closer to home in subject matter, as I’ve never been a suburban mother trapped by her life. I guess that is what the character was in this book, but her foe was one I’ve faced before living in the south as a Jew. Anyway, I don’t feel like debating religion here, so I’ll just say that I enjoyed the book.

In internship news, I already heard back from one of my leads, which was exciting, as I was told again and again that no one would contact me after just sending a resume. I guess sometimes the experts are wrong. I’m not getting cocky though. It was just a nice boost of confidence after a lot of cover letter writing. I’m still waiting for the last of my leads – hopefully one in a casting director’s office – and then I will just keep following up on those I’ve applied for. So far, I’ve applied to two production companies (one lead sent to me by the program, one found on my own), one soap opera (a lead sent to me), and two networks (which I applied for figuring, why not?). I don’t want to apply to too many, as the program discourages that. I don’t want to lose track or have to turn a lot of people down in the end, not that I’m beating off employers with a stick. I think I’ve applied to some reputable places, so hopefully something will work out. I will, of course, keep you updated. Next week, I’m planning on making a few follow-up calls slash emails to make sure they received my resume and to maybe ask about an interview. I feel slightly weird asking about an interview, but the program directors told us we need to be a little pushy, so I guess I will just have to get over it. Perseverance will out!

Tomorrow it’s back to the “real world” of school, for two weeks anyway. Just one final paper, a final TV movie project, a final script draft, and a final video project stand between me and the end of this semester. Let’s hope all goes well.