columbus day weekend

So I went to Providence this weekend to visit the gals at RISD. Good times. Except for the bus ride. NEVER AGAIN, GREYHOUND. NEVER AGAIN. It should not take 6 hours to complete a journey that mapquest estimates takes 4 hours, even with traffic. If the trip is going to be local, you should say that on the website. Never again am I wasting 6 hours of my life because the bus must stop at some casino's in the middle of Connecticut. Ai yah.

But other than that, and the burning sensation in my calves as we hiked up the hill to Thayer street multiple times, the trip was quite pleasant. We went shopping, eating, dancing, shopping, gallery hopping, and shopping. Oh, and we ate stuff. Providence is a cute town, I must say. And even though the river smells a bit funky and the fish flop around in a dance of death, it's quite pretty when they light the little fire things on the surface. I guess Providence reminds me of Columbus, in that it's mostly quiet with cute little shops and an industrial downtown area. Except of course their mall is better than what's left of City Center. And instead of having OSU, they have Brown and RISD and that one culinary school. And the hill.

But yeah, we looked inside all these furniture/decoration stores and it made me really want to be decorating my own apartment. That, compounded with the fact that Cynthia and her friends all have huge and hugely nice dorm rooms, made me want to relocate ASAP. NYC is amazing and all, but really, I'd prefer that my rent money go to a place I can really be comfortable. And I don't think I'd be comfortable paying upwards of 2700 dollars a month for a studio that's the same size as the dorm I have now. Sigh. Stupid real estate. Why must all the cities I love be so expensive to live in? I hate having expensive taste.

Not much else to report. I need to go grocery shopping. But I will rant about that later. Which reminds me: I've been wondering something for a long time. Does living in New York turn a person into an impatient, tetchy (hah! Cranium word) person.... or does living here simply bring out the impatient, tetchy person that one has always been? Because really, I don't think it's possible to live here and not be impatient, or bothered by many things, or at least slightly jaded. But it's sort of like the chicken and the egg... I don't think anyone can ever tell if we are drawn here because of the way we are, or if NYC makes us into something else.