It's been two years since I had this blog. Never told friends or family about it. It's just there. But what really is it about? It's hard writing about things when you exclude work, neighbors, family and friends. After all, these are the daily material of our lives. But early on, I decided to write about my life outside of work. So, although I find my part time job very stimulating - it's useful, not just a part-time vanity job - and although I like most of my neighbors and family and all of my friends, they are off-limits to this blog too, except in a very general way.
Of the things that remain, I find myself reflecting mainly on my lifestyle. And living here in Southwestern Connecticut, it's all about real estate, the price of gas, and the activities at school. Once in a while I go into the city and look wistfully at the could-have-been me me as she joins her friends for an evening of fun. The alternative me wears snazzy clothes, preposterous high heels and looks, I have to admit it, very fetching. Then, after a dizzy evening of socializing, my substitute self deflates her spirits, puts herself onto a late evening Metro North train and returns to her bourgeois life in the suburbs.
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