Leases and Visas and Work, Oh My

There is way too much going on.

H1 and I are dealing with it in a very responsible, grown up manner. We frequently talk about all that is going on in our lives, and discuss what the best way of dealing with all the situations is. Then we realise that one of our situations is preventing us from coming to any decision on any of our other situations, and we agree to not think about it until a later date (which we pick in an entirely arbitrary manner).

The only thing we're not neglecting is work. In fact, about five minutes after we've agreed not to think about the difficult stuff, we get on with work again. Even at 9pm. We have good reason though: we both love our jobs; we're both obscenely busy right now; and we're aware that while not doing our work might ease the load in the short term, long term that would cause a whole new set of difficult-to-deal-with issues. Nobody wants that.

So that's it. Oh no, wait! One more thing...

This is not the same photo as in this post, by the way. I know it looks like it. And you know why that is? Because it won't stop raining.

I check weather.com about twice a day at the moment, on average. I always look at the ten day forecast. And every time, it's a sea of grey washing over my screen, looking uncommonly like the sky outside, as if it were the water reflecting the weather.

Blargh.

I'll be back when the sun shines...

A Little Bit of Perfection

Sometimes when you live in a place where there's always something happening, you just want to stay in and stare out the window.

Even on a Saturday night.

Today

Look at those clouds hanging over the city!

Ew.

Today was not:

A day to wear your hair loose

A day to wear a white shirt

A day to leave the house

Today was, of course, the day I:

Wore my hair loose

Wore a white shirt

Left the house. Then I came home, and then, I went out again.

Sigh.

Tomorrow is another day...

One Fine Day

SPRING.

It's like the whole city's woken up from a bad dream.

It's been a slow one this year. It snowed a few days after the official start, heavy swirling winter snow that settled in a passive aggressive manner on the new, tender, delicate daffodils. Then April came, and with it a month's worth of rain and wind that destroyed my lovely umbrella and gave me a solid 30 days of bad hair.

And now, May is here. A new month to raise my hopes.

H1 and I celebrated the new month, and the first day we had alone, together, with nothing to do, in literally months, with a walk that started as a short stroll to a bike store in Gramercy and ended with frozen yoghurt and gourmet hotdogs on the Lower East Side.

It was warm and breezy, sunny and perfect. I wore a long summery dress, and H1 wore Polo in pale pink. In a normal way at first, then in an ironic way once we hit the edgier part of town, then in a normal way again. On the way back home, we went all English and stopped into a home improvement store before finally arriving home quite a few hours later than anticipated, as the sun slowly left the city.

Bliss.