Thursday, April 11, 2013
How I'm feeling about Spring. And some other stuff...
It's Spring! How do I know this? I feel sweaty all the time and everything smells amazing. It's the scent of cut grass, of flowers, of anticipation, of my boyfriend... (He smells so good! Do you know people fall in love not with each other, but with each other's bacteria? Or something like that. SCIENCE.)
I recently took a personality test and discovered I am an INFJ (Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, Judging), a type of person that comprises a mere 1% of the population. According to a bunch of websites, INFJs live troubled and yet enriched lives, constantly being like "Who Am I, What Is Life."
Anyway, my "F" preference (Feeling as opposed to Thinking) is no joke; growing up I wept openly and frequently; in seventh grade English class after reading Of Mice and Men I practically had to be escorted out of the building; I even sometimes felt sympathy toward inanimate objects, like unopened DVDs that had fallen to obsolescence.
Don't laugh at me. I'm an INFJ, and I might take it hard.
I AM A HIGHLY EXPRESSED FEELER.
How do I know this / why does this relate to Spring, Felicia you weirdo? Because I'm flipping OUT right now about the beauty of Spring! I'm not just seeing, I'm motherf*cking FEELING nature, know what I'm saying? I'm encountering a bright yellow bush and I'm like, HOLY CRAP THAT'S A BRIGHT YELLOW BUSH HOW IS IT SO COOL?
Perhaps it's because I'm sensing an empirical difference between this Spring and all other Springs in recent memory. Because, for the first time in approximately four years, I'm witnessing nature not as a side note to concrete, but as an actual centerpiece, a beautiful living breathing pollen-filled THING!
And why is that?
Well...the good ol' Marshall and I have moved from our Manhattan bedroom to a cute little town called Wayne, PA. [GASPS!] I know, I know. It may seem sudden for y'all, but I assure you it wasn't on our end. We have our reasons. They're good reasons. Marshall and I have career aspirations that were proving quite tricky in New York City. And while we were juuuuuuuust getting by, we were like, maybe it would be cool not to have our rent cost more than our lives?
Did you know there are other birds besides pigeons? Bugs besides the ones you find crawling in your sink? (They chirp, too, and sustain these long musical notes, like singing robots.) That there is such a thing as breeze, and listening to silence, or the wind?
All filed under: things I forgot while living in NYC.
Before you think I'm hating on my city, let me say: to each his own. I love certain stuff about NYC, and I loathe certain stuff about NYC. Part of growing up, and getting a grip, is making choices -- and this applies also to your living situation. Sometimes we make choices before we really know who we are (me in 2008, just out of college). Our geography is one of those choices. (My career in theater was another.) Now I choose not to live by default or by inaction, but to seek out a situation that works best for me.
So we're getting to know a new area that has long been appealing (Marshall grew up in PA, a few towns over) and following our dreams! As with any life shift, it's a process, and we're at the beginning of a long road. But I'm excited to see where it takes us...
And at least the road is lined with flowering yellow bushes.
Are any of you going through similar upheavals? How do you feel? Or, more generally, are you loving Spring?