Life in the Fast Lane (of NH)

Having been home a full week now, I'm realizing there are things I need to reacquaint myself with. For example, I'm not used to having so much space to roam around while inside. It's amazing how quickly and seemingly uninterrupted the process of going from full-size house in the suburbs to small NYC apartment can go. I have all this space now. It's a good thing. Just different.

I'm also not used to this "drive-to-go-get-things" business they have going on here. It was a pain in the ass sometimes, but I still kind of liked walking to get groceries/food/to the subway/bar/restaurant/cafe/wherever. It meant I was outside. It meant I was moving. It meant I was burning calories. It meant I wasn't polluting (except for the occasional gaseous release). Relying on a car, especially when you don't have one, is far more inconvenient than waiting for a subway or bus. Sure, waiting sucks. But having to coordinate trips to apply for jobs or to see your girlfriend around your mom's work schedule causes a few more headaches than showing up late for work because you were sitting on the Queens side of the Queensboro Subway Tunnel for 5 minutes because the Dispatcher said so.

There seem to be these things called insects that fly around and do stuff in NH. I don't recall having to constantly swat flies in NYC unless I was near a pile of garbage or a particularly stinky bum on a particularly hot day. And even then, the flies stuck to the garbage. I smelled way too good for them to leave the trash heap. Here, bugs aren't so discriminating. They like to land on your head and face and eyes and ears and occasionally fly in your mouth while you're talking so that you have to stop, choke, cough and spit in a futile attempt to keep from swallowing a live bug. It's not that your body can't handle it, but that fly was probably on a garbage heap not too long ago. Gross.

There are a few things I am enjoying, though. Easy access to the beach. Home-cooking. A porch where I can read and enjoy a frosty brew. Air that doesn't smell like exhaust and sewage. Being near my girlfriend. The nice, gentle breeze that whisks its way through the open windows in the house. Getting to hang out with my mom and dad, which will get old, I'm sure. But for now, it's nice. They're supportive and understanding. They don't give me shit for not having a job. 

Hopefully I will strike a balance that can be maintained for a little while. I miss NYC. And with any decision like this, there's second guessing (especially since I can't find too many comedy venues around here). This stuff takes time. And can get impatient. Hopefully that won't become a recipe for disaster.