Returning to life

It sounds like our neighbor upstairs is vacuuming over bodies. The neighbors are yelling about who cheated on whom. "You TOLD ME you were HOME LAST NIGHT. (Expletive, expletive) mother (expletive), so on and so forth. Keisha Cole is being bumped on the corner. All appears to be back to normal.

New episodes of New Girl and The Mindy Project are on (thank GOD) and the cable channels have stopped live coverage of the aftermath of the storm. Who doesn't love a good shot of Shmidt dancing around in a red speedo? I think I'm going to continue posting on here until school starts back up again. Just want to make sure my family and friends know that things are calming down here and returning back to normal.

I'm returning to my life and realizing I have a lot of decisions to make soon. I'm deciding if I want to teach abroad or stay in the city. The American School of Madrid is looking for an English teacher. So, so tempting. I'm also thinking of going to grad school (AGAIN, dammit) to be an administrator. Maybe I'd like it more than teaching, who knows. I'm also seriously considering moving back upstate to Mechanicville.

But now, as this state of emergency that has taken over the east coast, I have to admit something. As corny as this sounds, when my home and city goes through something so devastating, I feel like I can't leave. I don't want to leave. I'm proud to be here, I'm proud of the citizens here. I hate the city sometimes, but I am filled with a profound love and pride being a part of this amazing city.