My romantic bohemian artist lifestyle
Sometimes I feel like I'm ekeing my way up in the world, and have a cute place in a hot neighborhood--and am a rather stylish dresser as well! And then I notice a view like this in my apartment.
And then I realize that it's probably been that way for months. And then I remember that I'm almost 33 and still have to have a roommate. And all my coats are in tragic need of dry cleaning and repaired linings and re-sewn buttons, or really how about just replacement? You wouldn't even know that I had a full-time job plus freelance, would you? Or I must be living a lavish lifestyle in other ways, and pissing away my money, right? Nope. Just livin' in good ole NYC. But that's a bad road to go down in one's thoughts. All I can see at the end of that one is a stiff drink or two.
Continuing our tour, here is a view in my bedroom. Witness the lathing visible through the crumbled plaster hole in the ceiling. See the unframed poster from Tivoli in Copenhagen? It's a repro of one of their '50s posters. It's also partially covering a massive crack/hole/mess. (This damage is all from unaddressed ongoing water damage, not from lack of paint job.)
Despite all this, though, and despite the occasional bouts of self-pity, I have a good feeling about 2007.
And then I realize that it's probably been that way for months. And then I remember that I'm almost 33 and still have to have a roommate. And all my coats are in tragic need of dry cleaning and repaired linings and re-sewn buttons, or really how about just replacement? You wouldn't even know that I had a full-time job plus freelance, would you? Or I must be living a lavish lifestyle in other ways, and pissing away my money, right? Nope. Just livin' in good ole NYC. But that's a bad road to go down in one's thoughts. All I can see at the end of that one is a stiff drink or two.
Continuing our tour, here is a view in my bedroom. Witness the lathing visible through the crumbled plaster hole in the ceiling. See the unframed poster from Tivoli in Copenhagen? It's a repro of one of their '50s posters. It's also partially covering a massive crack/hole/mess. (This damage is all from unaddressed ongoing water damage, not from lack of paint job.)
Despite all this, though, and despite the occasional bouts of self-pity, I have a good feeling about 2007.
Labels: nyc tomfoolery
posted by Colleen @ 12:34 PM
5 Comments:
At 12:40 PM,
Nick Brismut said…
Actually, I like the first picture. It looks, well, alive. Like someone could lean out anytime and yell out something. (That's a window, right?)
At 12:42 PM,
victorious_beloved said…
don't worry...i feel like i'm in the same boat as you...although i'm not living in nyc unfortunately.
i've been living in this new apartment for not quite a month...yet there are piles of my stuff and boxes EVERYWHERE i turn. there is stuff on the walls from the people that lived here before me...and although i think daily of cleaning everything up...so far i haven't been motivated to get a whole lot done.
but yeah...i understand where you're coming from because i feel like i'm basically in the same place (although i'm stuck in small town kansas while you're living in one of my favorite cities...lol) but just like you i'm feeling incredibly optomistic about the coming year. hopefully it will be beyond our expectations! :) good luck with everything!
At 1:19 PM,
lioux said…
I have a bad feeling about 2007.
But I'm usually wrong about these type of things.
At 11:32 AM,
TRAIN WRECK said…
I don't know how anyone can afford to live in NYC.
Good luck with everything in 2007. Very funny blog,
keep up the good work.
At 11:23 PM,
Anonymous said…
Well, at age 41 I am an unpublished writer, and have been supported by my loving wife both financially and emotionally for the past few years (she believed in me even when I did not). Most of what money we have goes to spoiling our two year old daughter. My more conservative friends time and time again have registered their disapproval for the way we live. But would we give this up? Not on your life! We are bohemians and happy GODDAMNIT!!!!!! We don't have much beyond our intellectual discussions and love of the arts, but everyday is a joy (well, actually we're not quite that poor - we do have a little disposable income - but I'm trying to make a point here, okay!). Is how my family and I live romantic? I think so (at least I tell myself it is). Is it for everyone? Certainly not. But it is right for us. And so for those so-called friends who drag themselves home each weekday from the drudgery and sameness of their jobs, but are crittical of me and mine for our splendid bohemian squalor, well please just don't splatter us when the time comes when you put that gun to your head!
(I appologize for any misspellings in my rant - I'm a writer, not a speller.)
Just to add, I am not living anywhere near NYC either, but rather in a small city in the Pacific Northwest, where we rent a two bedroom apartment in a low income apartment complex.
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