awash
They’re a terror. Really they are. Between the piercing screams of the infant and the continuous thumps of stuff landing on the floor above my head, I’m done. I’m ready to move. I love my little apartment with the HUGE patio and the view of the water, but I’m just done. I’ve been complaining to management for over 6 months now and not a thing has been done.
Tonight, instead of getting all worked up again, like last night and the night before, I decided to take a walk and grabbed Stella, the most amazing dog in the world, and together we headed out into the night. We walked to the opposite side of the lagoon where earlier in the day I saw the rides from a travelling carnival parked in the lot. It brought memories of my earlier days, back in that area south of Buffalo when every summer, the travelling carnival would visit town and set up in the parking lot behind the shops on main street. It seemed so foreign to me. So exciting. The idea of living in a camper and travelling the country roads, entertaining the young and old alike really caught my imagination. I dreamt of running away with them as Cher did in her blockbuster song “Carousel Man”. I envisioned myself taken by the scruffy dark-haired muscular man running the tilt-a-whirl, made into his lover and happily forced to follow him from town to town.
As I said, it really captured my imagination, and my imagination since the age of about 13 was all rather sex focused so I won’t go into the sordid details, though perhaps I should.
I’ll hold the memories of the carnivals and the dangerous men that worked them. I was awash in those memories as Stella and I wandered through the night. Out of the apartment, avoiding the noise.
what about nyc? you could get an apt. in washington heights for probably what you pay there. I’m sure you could transfer within your company.