This Thanksgiving holiday was spent packing, in the Goldhollaman household. I got sucked into the vortex of looking through my box of all of the letters and notes and post cards and everythings people have written me since high school, like I always do every time I move. 90% of it was stuff from my high school boyfriend.
Sitting there, I kept thinking, this is it. I should bite the bullet. I'm 31 years old, married and buying a house and I'm going to move love letters from my high school boyfriend with me once again? That shit is weird. So I went downstairs to get a garbage bag, and Alex could tell by the look on my face that I was feeling "emotional."
Alex: What's wrong?
Me: Nothing just going through old letters and stuff. Going to throw most of it out.
Alex: Like what?
Me; You know, love letters from Dave.
Alex: That's your life. Don't throw that out.
Me: But isn't it weird to keep it?
Alex: No. That's your life. You need to keep that stuff.
Me: Ok. You're right.
So this blog post is about moving my box of various letters and things once again. One of them is very detailed hand written directions from Dave for how to get to the port authority to Arthurs which weirdly, or perhaps not so weirdly, I walk by all the time now since I work in the West Village. It also has the direction "you'll be going away from the twin towers" for how to get home. I'm really glad I kept it all these years.
Tonight I'm going to see the Rockettes with my beloved friend Dustin at Radio City, because after 9 years living here, there are still some touristy things that I will always love. Maybe that's the New Jersey girl in me- it's going to be almost exclusively "bridge and tunnel" people there tonight- how unsophisticated! But even though I've seen the show twice already, I know I'm going to love every gilded radio city minute of it. Before hand we're getting drinks at Bemelmans and then afterward going to peep at the Bergdorf Christmas windows! And then a late dinner downtown. (super hip, right?)
I just finished reading Goodbye to All That: Writers on Loving and Leaving New York and am psyching myself up to write my own essay on the topic (I think this blog post is a bit of a start.)
Okay, I literally have to run out the door RIGHT NOW!