E.B White “Here is New York” from Essays of E.B White, which I am presently devouring. (via minusmanhattan)
Someday I dream of becoming a member of the third city…
Reality has settled in this week that in less than six months, I will be getting on a plane and spending four weeks overseas, and I WILL have to pay for it.
I’ve always been an impulsive shopper - no really, like millisecond impulses - but since I started working full-time and have actual money, it’s gotten past the point of ridiculous. So I spent last night writing out a list of luxuries I don’t need, ways to cut my spending etc. and feeling more grownup by the second.
Here’s what I have so far:
- limit soy hot chocolates from the cafe across the road to one per week, instead of every day - that’s $16 right there.
- also no more croissants from said cafe
- only buying lunch a maximum of twice a week and bring my lunchbox the rest of the time
- changing all my direct debits (phone, health insurance etc.) to come out on the same day as my pay - can’t spend it if it’s not there.
- any extras (movies, eating out, after-work drinks, magazines etc.) have to be paid for from my spare change jar - if I can’t pay for it in small coins, it’s not happening.
- finally, I’ve enrolled in an online course through Open Universities, and I have a massive stack next to my bed of all the books I’ve bought but haven’t read - I can’t go out if I don’t have the time.
Basically, I’ve resigned myself to the fact that my life is going to be exceedingly boring between now and July.
Any other ideas?
There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.
Maya Angelou” —
I had one of those last night.
Early evening. A long walk around my neighbourhood, trying to concentrate on working the jelly off my tummy and trying to breathe. Loud, obnoxious hip hop blaring in my ears. I was working it out, sister.
Then, as I rounded a corner, I stopped. The sun was filtering through the trees in imperfect patterns, turning the footpath into a kind of moving mosaic. I turned off Busta Rhymes and just stood there in the middle of the footpath for a good ten minutes. Just breathing in and out. And smiling.
For that moment, I was (to borrow a line from Keira Knightly’s Elizabeth Bennett) incandescently happy.