Having done this three times before, I decided to try a slow withdrawal and the jury's still out on whether I made the right move. I stuck around Pittsburgh for a few extra days, because after living there for four months I couldn't stand the idea of leaving the people I had come to know and love so easily. That was certainly well worth it!
But now I'm out of house and home - I let my subletter keep the apartment until the end of the month. I stopped by New York briefly this past weekend to drop some stuff off and catch up with old friends. It was bizarre feeling, like being a stranger in a familiar land, being back at my apartment but sleeping on the couch. Watched the South Carolina primary results come in with my brother, and played a drinking game to Gingrich's speech. "History?" Drink. "Radical?" Drink. "Fundamental?" Drink. "Baloney?" Eat bologna. I was home.
But just as New York was beginning to feel familiar again, I hopped back on an airplane bound for home in Birmingham. Birmingham in late-January is a strange time, that I don't have a lot of recent experience in. The last time I came home in late-January was for a weekend to be an escort at a debutante-like event when I was a senior in high school. It was warm then, and it's surprisingly warm now. It was 73 degrees when I stepped out of the airport and I felt ridiculous wearing layers, especially one with "omni-heat." And it's weird being home at such a non-traditional time to be home. Usually I'm only home during the holidays, when all my friends are also home.
I'll be kicking around for the next two weeks, before returning to New York to move back into my room and start hoping for a new job. As grueling as life is while on the job, the waiting game while off the job can at times be worse. I may not find another project until March, and when you're so used to being on your feet all day every day, it feels strange to pull such a 180.
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