gainfully employed

well, it's time to change my "about me," as i have recently been employed. oh frabjous day, calloo callay. it couldn't have come a moment too soon. plus, it is a very good job, and i refused to settle for previous not-so-very-good jobs, and it has finally payed off, and i am happy and it is fine if you think something needs to burst my little bubble, because something already has. we need a place to live.

this may not be the most magical of all posts, but bear with me.

s currently lives in boyland. there are four of them total, they don't have a tv because they have an hd projector screen and every video game player known to man, they drink most nights, and they are very, very nice. i like them a lot. i also feel that i am intruding every time i stay over. and now that i am done splitting my time between boyland and parentville as the result of my EMPLOYMENT! (i did mention this, right?), i am in brooklyn to stay. but i want to remain friends with these boys, and i feel the best way to do so is to move out sooner rather than later. i mean, i would still be friends with that cool girlfriend who baked cookies and cleaned the bathroom and never complained about all-night gaming, but i wouldn't want that girlfriend there for longer than a month. she'd just be messing with the boyland je ne sais quoi. so this leads us to the deliciousness that is finding an apartment (and yes that is serious, i love me some real estate), which of course leads us to:

BROOKLYN vs. MANHATTAN

in round one, brooklyn takes it. we like affordability, the cuteness factor of brownstones and gas lamps (but the village!, i say. but the rent!, s says), the night-time quiet, the whole block-to-prospect-park thing, the fact that a lot of our friends live in the slope and near-by, the fact that when we were walking around in windsor terrace s said "wouldn't it be nice to own one of those" (brownstones) which got me thinking "he wants to stay in new york! he wants to be rich! he wants to have adorable children we can give adorable names!" our only negative is that i am a wimp when it comes to a commute. mainly, i would like it to be a half-hour or less. i just don't love the idea of standing on a packed a train and then a packed platform and then a packed f train for over an hour just to get to work and back.

and so in round two, manhattan takes it. "but s, we could live two blocks away from my job. i could walk to work! or we could live downtown. you could walk to work! i could just get on one train for 20 minutes!" i wouldn't have necessarily been doing this thinking already had two things not happened. one, i got really excited and found a million adorable manhattan apartments online, most in our price-range and in neighborhoods i could find on google-maps and then sort-of remember. and two, s called me saturday night at 11:30 pm. he had just gotten off work and walked to his usual f stop, and it was blocked off, no trains running. so i looked up the next-nearest stop and sent him there, and he called me again when the train wasn't running from there either. (the service notice was given through a hand-written sign, too, which of course sent my brain running towards "terrorists! it's terrorists! and we'll only know to get to safety because of the bravery of an mta employee with bad penmanship!") i had to direct him to another stop where he could get the 6 and eventually the f, and he got home at 1:30 am. that's a two-hour commute, people. when he called me at 2:30 to say he was going to bed (after an hour of video games; he is still in boyland), i mentioned that wouldn't it be nice to live in manhattan, he could've just walked home! now, as far as i have known, this one doesn't want to move to manhattan; he wants to live no further than a block from boyland, which originally even i liked the sound of. but he agreed with me on the whole magical-manhattan idea. which of course got me thinking "he wants to stay in new york! he wants to be rich! he wants to have adorable children we can give adorable names but never afford to feed, clothe or send to school!"

so we're tied. round three, who knows. what do you think?

oh, and also, who knows why the f train was so wonky on saturday night?