Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Away

One of my best friends is mid-rough patch at present. The upside is that he needs a lot of company, so we've spent a lot more time together than usual.

I like my friend; even when he's down, he's fine company. And my own dating life has officially re-entered stagnancy. So this is good for me, too, to keep occupied. (Otherwise I'd be wallowing. I'm in a wallowing mood. So you should thank my friend for his help in sparing you this.)

Last night, we had been talking outside by his car, and as we were saying goodnight, he sighed and looked into the sky.

"I just need to be somewhere else," he said, almost ruefully. "Just go to some mountain or something and be by myself. Wouldn't that be nice."

My reaction to this was surprisingly visceral.

Indeed, how absolutely perfect -- to be somewhere else. To not be in the city for one day. To not hear sirens. To not have to hear garbage trucks and Fed Ex trucks and jackhammers and bus motors and T speakers announcing the next train to Ashmont. To not check e-mail. To not be wishing someone would write. To not smell cat litter and to not have to remember to sort the recycling. To not feel incompetent because the floor didn't get washed this weekend. To not be addicted to expensive coffee. To not have to discuss cost basis information with anyone. To not be beholden to anyone.

Every once in awhile, the fantasy of "away" has a nice ring. Maybe the spring weather is playing with me.

3 comments:

squigkato said...

@Karin. Spring fever strikes early. Sense that in myself.

Anonymous said...

Interesting that you used the word "beholden" because my first reaction to your friend's statement was to think of Holden Caulfield, when he declares that he just wants to leave the city without saying goodbye, live in a cabin in the woods, and pretend to be a deaf mute.

And we all know what happened to Holden Caulfield.

kevin cassidy • kazz[blog] said...

i remember feeling this way often when i lived in hyde park / somerville / medford / lynn

but one of the nice things about boston - as opposed to a "real" city like NYC - is it doesn't take long to get away

not too far west is a place where a nice man by the name of Thoreau wrote some of his best work

and although most of my city-bound friends seem to think i moved to the north pole, southern nh really isn't far - and once you're here, it's hard to believe how close it is to the city

and we have apples

but it's also important to remember that wherever you go, there You are