May 7, 2012 at 8:27 am 2 comments

My new home is familiar yet deeply different. Instead of squeezing myself into crowded subway cars, I squeeze my car into massive traffic jams. In NYC, I complained about no personal space. Out here, not letting someone into your lane is a way of claiming space. It’s car eat car.

Nice weather though.

Entry filed under: existential meanderings, monsters in my head. Tags: , , , , , , , , , .

pep talk from Ira Glass on refining your craft helping hands

2 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Joanne Ungar  |  May 7, 2012 at 9:00 am


  • 2. andrea  |  May 7, 2012 at 10:02 am

    love car eat car!


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