Kosin in Czech Republic

Apparently, Kosin is the name of a town in the Czech Republic!

Driving Miss Derwin One Last Time

I was Derwin Didi's chauffeur one last time today as we cruised along the local Quincy roads in the early Spring weather. Sure, there was brief blizzard yesterday evening...which makes you appreciate the sunny day today even more. No Spring for me here though. We had our last meal at good ol' Bertucci's and got our faithful Sporkie pizza. Then we reminisced at Panera. Then the sun set and here I am, putting my belonging in more boxes and waiting for my last day. It's difficult to leave here. I never thought it would be so hard. I feel like this is MY neighborhood. :( Brooklyn just seems so harsh, dirty and unwelcoming for some reason. Sigh. Well, I guess I could always come back to visit. Or not.

Quote of the Day - 3.21.07

"'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table."

Anna Nalick - Breathe (2am)

Young n' Tall

So I went to the dentist today and this Asian lady was cleaning my teeth. Afterwards she asked me if I just graduated school or was working already. I guffawed. I'm like lady, I'm old! I'm almost 30! She looked at me in shock and said but I look so young! Then she goes "how tall are you?" and I answered 5'7" and she said she was jealous. She says she lies that she's 5'3".

Her comments totally made my day. Little did I know I had all these "advantages." Forever young n' tall, I am. Har har! ;)

Crossing My Fingers

I'm crossing my fingers that my apartment in Brooklyn will look ok and that I won't be like "ugh, I have to live here???" I haven't even seen it yet and I already feel claustrophobic. I think I'm just a little stressed out from thinking about the move. Z asked me if I was excited. I can't say that I am. I kinda feel like it's yet another trip home and that I won't even realize that I've moved back until it's too late! Weird, I know. I'm wishy-washy. That's just how I am. I guess I'll be happy that I've moved there once I actually AM happy...or excited...or whatever emotion I'm supposed to be experiencing right now.

ISTP

So my previous self-administered MBTI test was totally wrong! I just returned from training class and took it again and I am definitely not what I thought I was, a INFJ.

Now it makes much more sense that I am an ISTP (Introverted Sensing Thinking Perceiving) type. Although I am not strongly an S, I am very much an I, T, and P which means I am also leaning towards INTP.

Purge

Man, I just spent the last couple of hours disassembling my desk and going through my closets in order to pack for my move. My goodness, I never realized what a pack rat I was! I have WAAAAY too much clothing. I mean really, I don’t even wear 80% of what I own. Plus what is all this random crap I own? Do I need 4 teapot sets? Why do I have 20 bottles of nail polish? And forget about the shoes!!! I thought I had already gotten rid of a lot of stuff but boy was I mistaken! I really know how to cram things in those nooks and crannies. It’s very easy to throw away stuff you don’t use but sometimes things have sentimental value attached to them and you keep them for longer than you should. Like old Wharton shirts I have…I got real and thought about it….”hmmm, this tee is nearly 12 years old — that’s a decade plus two years…ok, it’s time to chuck it.” Then I encounter tiny miniskirts I wore with high boots to parties long ago and jeans I will never fit into after years of hoping…sigh. Time to say goodbye. What’s difficult to throw away are the the clothes I associate with certain events. But then again, I’m thinking…do I really want to remember? Probably not anymore…ok, throw it in the goodwill pile. Anyhoo…I’m hoping to have more sense than I’ve had in the past and more discriminating about my space and what takes it up!

Reality Bites

Ever notice that things are NEVER quite as good as you remember them to be? So I’ve been hitting up my list of restaurants to go to before I depart beantown. The rule right now is that Kosin gets to pick all the restaurants and everyone has to agree. So we started with Fugakyu, Vinny Testa, Not Your Average Joe’s, Yasu, Le Petite Robert…and I swear, none of these joints are as good as I had remembered them to be. All of my favorite dishes suck! I’ve since come to realize that it’s not just restaurants either. It applies to everything else in my life! This is some kind of zany universal law. It’s as if I have a distinctly flawed memory for all things I’ve ever regarded positively.

Bye Bye Boston

I’m leaving Boston in three weeks, yet it hardly seems like it. It’s a lot harder to do than I thought it would be. I’m one of those people who gets overly nostalgic. Last night, we drove by my old Longwood Ave apartment by chance…I looked into that courtyard and thought of all the times I crossed that path to that door and I could see right into that tiny little studio where I used to hover over my equally tiny little 13″ t.v. and eat on my flimsy fold-out table. We then passed my beloved Longwood Galleria food court where I used to dine on Sbarro’s and McDonalds after a long day at work. I loved browsing the aisles of the CVS next door, buying anything and everything I ever needed. I even passed by that Green line T stop where I’d shiver on most days waiting for the stupid D line to show up. I also remember taking tranquil tree-lined walks to meet friends at Fugakyu in Coolidge corner. Ahhh…those were the days. When I’d somehow manage without a car. I’d do crazy things like buy furniture at Crate & Barrel and taxi it to my place, lugging each piece inside to assemble it by myself. That seems so long ago.

Then there are the Quincy memories. Trips to South Shore mall and eating at all the suburban chain restaurants. Driving to Randolph and catching the latest flick with all the teenagers. Summers at Marina Bay and enjoying fried seafood along Wollaston Beach. I’ll miss it all.

Eight years is a long time to be in one place. I could’ve finished college twice over. And in some ways it seems like that–like I’ve led several lives while residing here. But I don’t think I have any left over to live. It’s time to start anew. It’s a bit scary, I’ll admit…starting all over again in a new city. I remember the reluctance I had when I first moved here. I think it took about 3 years or so before I finally accepted Boston as my home. It’s very sad for me to say goodbye. Yet I know it must be done. I can’t say I know where I’m really going or what I’m doing…but who really does? I suppose I’ll just have to figure it out along the way.

300

We just saw a late showing of 300. I loved all the Spartan “outfits.” My, my, my, I hope all those six-packs weren’t CG. ;) It was of course, visually awesome. I liked it for what it was. Sure, it was a wannabe cross-between Gladiator and LOTR but I enjoyed it anyhow. The problem was that it was completely unbelievable and unlike its predecessors, it didn’t have any layers to the story. All that prosletyzing about honor, glory, and defending your country….blah, blah, blah. Too preachy and not personal enough. It desperately needed better writers; it was just too one-dimensional. However, I liked our protagonist…he was all buff and rough, a bit George Clooney-esque. Gave a good performance. But gee, what was up with all lepers and deformed militia — obviously they were there in place of a few good orks. And why were the Persians a mix of black and Arab looking people? And why in hell was their king a Ru-Paul stand-in??? Hmmm…I set out to give this movie a good review but it’s just so lacking. But I still recommend seeing it…for a jolly good time watching Herculean abs of steel flanked in red capes, thigh muscles flexing as they spear faceless enemies in slow-mo. Trust me, it’s cool.