a history of me

I didn't post yesterday because nothing interesting happened all day, I swear. OK, I did watch Stanley Kubrick's The Killing, which was awesome, but that's pretty much all I did. Today is big, though. I'm in the library right now with one last class coming up. In two hours, I'll be free of obligations and break out of this town.

Normally, in such a case, we would expect a reference to coming or going or returning "home." I don't feel comfortable with this notion because, technically speaking, Albany is now my home. Croton is my "hometown" but I no longer maintain a "home" there. I will be staying in my father's home in Manhattan, which I suppose will temporarily be considered my "home" as well, since I'll also be staying there over the upcoming Winter (Christmas) Break and possibly during next summer as well. This is pretty exciting because I've never actually "lived" in New York City before. It's like the song says:

These little-town blues
Are melting away
I wanna make a brand-new start of it
In old New York

OK, I'm exaggerating. The point is I'm looking forward to returning to New York which is, in my humble opinion, the greatest city in the world. The added notion that I will be "living" in said city makes this weekend seem a little extra special, and that's not accounting for my ten-year high school reunion this Friday.

Shit, this is a big weekend.