I don’t even want to acknowledge the long gap between posts. I already claimed I was going to be better at this, keeping up-to-date and using this blog as a way to keep creative. Actually, I thought I took this blog down a while ago.
My wife and I are looking to move out of her family’s house and into a place of our own. It’s long overdue, not to mention, another goal I never thought I’d be able to achieve back when I was younger. Looking through the real estate sites and occasionally watching those house-flip shows, I’m starting to jot down ideas and features I’m looking for in a place. Beggars can’t be choosers, though, especially here in New Jersey. If I found something I could actually get now, I’d just check the plumbing and electricity before moving all our crap in there.
Fenced-in yard: Yes, how delightfully boring and generic. But hey, you know what? I want uninvited hoodlums and dogs that aren’t mine to stay off my property! Besides tending to my own neuroses, this is actually for the benefit of our dogs. I want them to have plenty of room to run around and play (and poop), something they don’t have now. My wife does greyhound rescue, and seeing a greyhound run full-speed is a wonderful sight. Our plotthound does what Amber calls “the butt-tuck run”, which is just adorable. Rather than be stuck inside all day, they deserve to be able to run around.
Porch: As a kid, if I went to your house (I really didn’t go to a lot of other houses growing up, who am I kidding), you were awesome. The porch is an even-more exclusive area of the back yard. You can go outside without stepping in mud, too. This also directly serves my barbecue addiction. I can set up my grill (or smoker) right outside, conveniently located by a door. Meanwhile, the dogs can run around the yard…until they smell my food and try to grab it off the fiery grill.
Short, wide driveway: We’re starting to get into tour-rider territory here. My parents have this ungodly long driveway, with maybe the oldest tree in Bergen County sitting just to the side of it. Currently, our driveway is on a slight incline and not flat, so shoveling snow and raking leaves have been a blast! My next driveway will not be the length of a city block. It will be short and wide, so I can do the world’s worst job shoveling, and quickly go back inside. Assuming my wife learns to drive and we get a second car, we wouldn’t have to swap cars at some ungodly hour or inconvenient time when someone wants to go out.
Hardwood floors: Do you want me to take a picture of the carpet in the living room now? If you have pets, then you must realize carpets are terrible. Hope your pets never throw up or get unexplainable diarrhea! They’re no good for allergies, either. I hate hearing people in heels walking on a solid floor (CLICK CLACK, CLICK CLACK, shaddap!), but that’s the lesser of two evils.
Central air: I’ve been on a converted second floor of a cape cod for too goddamned long. My wife’s grandma is constantly cold, so the heat gets left on and it’s murder for us. We’ll run the air conditioners in February and March. Central air means everyone’s happy, and all the rooms are nice and comfortable.
A balcony: As a kid, I always wanted to set up a paintball gun and shoot at hoodlums on Mischief Night (Halloween Eve), and this may be my only shot.
Thick walls: I’d like to spare the neighbors from having to listen to our dogs or, uhh, anything else that may disturb the neighbors. Hey, I just got a Sonos PLAY:1 and I love pumping music through it. Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about…music…
Stairs that don’t suck: Our greyhound, Adam, tripped down some stairs the other day, thanks to Zakk, our dachshund. Poor guy separated his shoulder and has been living downstairs for a couple of days. The stairs are a pain to climb for him, or for me when my stomach is on fire. Since we live upstairs, we have to bring our groceries and purchases up, but in our own house, we can at least keep stuff on the first floor. Would I rather live in a ranch-style house? I don’t know. More rooms means more space for our stuff, but also means more cleaning. As a kid, I loved sliding down the stairs in my grandparent’s house, but now that I’m adult, I’m too big and lazy for that.
Cat-friendly features: I bought a cat tree last year for my cats, and it’s the greatest thing ever to them. They’ve scratched the hell out of it. My fat orange cat somehow fits in the tiny little scoop and hasn’t broken it yet. But both carts have somehow broken the small perch that used to sit at the top level. And this takes up a chunk of our sad and tiny kitchen area. The more I can do for my cats, the better for everyone. I’d like little pathways through the walls so they can move around a bit without being trampled by a dog (or human). To save floor space, maybe I can find a way to integrate a cat tree into a recessed part of a wall somewhere. When I live out my golden years as a crazy cat man, this will be all I care about.
A manca–err, a gameroom: I grew up when arcades were still a holy place. Whether it was at a Catskills hotel, or the Jersey shore, or a random storefront, arcades absolutely had to be checked out when I went somewhere with my parents. Arcades are nearly extinct these days. However, with adulthood comes money, and with money comes whatever the hell you want. I’ve had a renewed interest in pinball over the last few years, so I’d love to actually own a table or two. Shortly before I moved away from my parents, my brother bought a Street Fighter II cabinet. So for a short while, I was living the dream. And then I stopped playing it a week later. Oh, and I also want a traffic light. That’s been on my bucket list since I was four.
Please send me some money so I can make all this stuff happen. Then maybe I’ll do a better job of updating this blog.
I’m going to assume this cold I’ve had since Sunday is a result of my new-found reliance on public transportation. Oh, New York City, less than a week into our relationship, and you’re already making things harder than they should be.
No one ever really enjoys driving to work. Well, I suppose if you live in New Jersey, you don’t enjoy driving to work at all. Now that I rely on the train to get to and from work, I kind of wish I didn’t need to share space with so many people. Noisy, angry-looking, sick (!) people. Getting on the train in the morning is funny. One side of each car has two seats, and the other side has three. The people on the two-seat side have to sit next to each other, of course. On the three-seat side, however, people leave the middle seat empty, so there’s space between the two people. My stop is near the end of the line, and it surprises me when people choose to stand, instead of ask one of these people to move over a seat.
I still can’t believe that at 31, I’m working in New York City. Coming from a communications/journalism background in college, I assumed my first job would be in NYC working for one of the papers or media outlets. While I’ve been to NYC numerous times for concerts, interviews, or meeting friends, it’s never been my lifeblood. Hell, I’ve avoided it when possible. Now, it’s my second home. And it’s surreal to spend my short afternoon breaks outside with what seems like the rest of the world, rather than by myself in some suburban landscape.
I know it will wear on me quickly. Bad enough I’m sick less than a week into my new job, and I probably have NYC to blame for it. But I’m doing my best to keep my sights set on long-term goals. I think I’m in a good place, and if I work hard and keep listening, I feel this will work out. I’ll put up with the commute if it means achieving the goals Amber and I have set for ourselves.
At this point, I’m really just doing my best to stay awake and upright in an attempt to keep breathing through my nose.
I wish I had thought of keeping a daily journal of my activities in Delaware. I returned home last night, and missed it as soon as I crossed into New Jersey. Even a stop at the Silverball Pinball Arcade in Asbury Park didn’t help as much. It’s like I’m suffering from jet lag, even though I never left EST, and wasn’t on a plane. But I’ve had this feeling before; a longing for a place I was just at, an escape from the negative presences and aspects of my life. A return to the routine.
Amber and I had the cottage to ourselves (and our two dogs) for the first time. Also for the first time, at least in my three years going to Dewey/Rehoboth Beach, it rained almost all week. The weather was decent on Tuesday when we arrived, but after that, the sun didn’t show up very much. I ended up buying a fancy raincoat/windbreaker at the outlets, which was vital to get through the rest of the vacation. My AMEX card will be locked up for a while. I’m sure the people selling dog coats made a lot of money.
Amber and her mom have been going to Delaware every year, along with other greyhound owners, rescuers, and adopters, to celebrate the breed, sell goods, find homes for foster dogs, and more for the benefit of the breed that stole my heart at the same time that Amber stole mine. I don’t enjoy every activity, but I’ve learned a lot about the dogs, and it has helped me enjoy some of the activities more. Getting to know some of the people has been a big help, too.
Amber really wanted to get married in Dewey Beach this year; unfortunately, health issues with our grandparents made that impossible. So we decided to have a small, unofficial ceremony, for friends who couldn’t make it north back in April. Due to the rain, our original location near the beach was mostly underwater, so we had it at the house her mom and friends rented. We made the most of it, and it was worth it to make her and her friends happy.
I shopped and ate, both activities I seem to be able to enjoy anywhere. There’s no sales tax in Delaware, and three outlet malls within two miles, so we certainly came back with more than what we came down there with. I bought some new clothes, a few odds and ends, and way too much food.
For the most part, the people are polite, the businesses are welcoming, and our cottage was close to just about everything and everywhere that mattered to us. I made some new friends, and watched Amber reunite with a close friend, a mentor to her and a big part of the dog rescue community. Did I mention there’s no sales tax? Amber and I would love to live in Delaware. Parts of the area shut down after Labor Day, but there are still many more places open. Now that we’re married, it makes sense to have our own fresh start. Leaving the hustle and bustle, the taxes, and the drama behind would be good for us.
Of course, life isn’t quite that simple. The job market there is pretty bare, unless you’re a farmer, a scientist, or want to work in retail. My layoff from work a few months ago certainly didn’t help our quest for a place of our own, either. It would certainly be nice to retire there, since everyone else seems to want to go to Florida. Making a permanent residence out of it, for now, may not be feasible.
Whether we eventually live in Delaware, or simply keep it as a vacation spot, it will remain in a very special place in our hearts. It’s where I overcame my fear of dogs. It’s where I have seen Amber’s love for greyhounds on display, a love that guides so much of her life and adds so much good to her person. It’s where I asked her to marry me. I will always have fond memories of Dewey and Rehoboth Beach, and I can’t wait to go back, whether it’s for next year’s greyhound event, or sooner.
At the end of last year’s vacation, I was laid off from my old job, my life thrown into uncertainty and turmoil. Tomorrow I start a new job in New York City. I accepted the offer before we went on vacation, taking one last hurrah of fun, before I go back into the workforce so we can take a lot more vacations.
Life is funny. Not Chuck Lorre garbage sitcom funny. Maybe Roseanne-funny (early seasons) or something from the mind of Larry David.
I had this draft entry on how I recently had two different cars break down on me in 24 hours. I wanted to tie that in to how life changes when you grow up, how priorities shift and people change. Something light-hearted while still making some grand point. You know me, though, I can’t seem to focus on one thing at a time. So I hit the wall, moved on to something else, and never came back to it.
Then a bigger change happened soon after that. I got laid off from my job…again.
Yeah, the job that finally had me thinking about growing up. The job that took good care of me and finally gave me an opportunity to work on actual, useful skills for the real world. Now I’m back to a very similar place when I was laid off the first time. Mentally, though, I’m better prepared. And I see the positives a lot clearer this second time around.
I take comfort in knowing that it wasn’t my fault. I mean, if there’s anything to take as a positive from a layoff, downsizing, or whatever buzzword someone invented to soften the blow and miss the point, it’s that it was out of my hands. Their problems are their problems – I can’t fix them, but I have to focus on my problems (especially now) and work on solutions. The people who are still there need to do the same thing.
So hello Indeed, LinkedIn, and Mediabistro, we meet again. Job Search v2 is going well, thanks to an amazing support system of friends and family, passing my information along, giving me leads, and just keeping me positive. I’m not being paid to sit on the couch and watch reruns of Star Trek: The Next Generation, however, so I’m not wasting time. I think my downtime will be considerably shorter here.
I gained a lot of relevant and interesting experience in my short time tech writing for an IT consulting company. That makes me more marketable to potential employers, and makes me happier about myself. It also supported and helped cultivate a few personal interests of mine. I’m grateful for the experience, even though it ended so soon.
I’d close by saying that I’d like to do a better job of keeping this blog updated, especially while I have all this free time, but I know I have a poor track record of that. To end on a high note though, I will say that I love being married. Once this little blemish is fixed, we can finally focus on a place, and lives, of our own.
Well, I’m not updating my blog from my couch, or a library. I’m happy to be back in the workforce, embarking on a new career, and quickly approaching my wedding. More updates later.
I proposed to my girlfriend a couple of Octobers ago, at our vacation spot on the beach in Delaware. It will remain as one of the proudest moments of my life, naturally. I just wish I didn’t wear all black. What the hell was I thinking?! About everything else, of course. I was nervous about saying the right things, and making sure everything was timed right.
Since then, time has flown by. And we’re now less than three months away from being Mr. and Mrs. Handelman.
I had no hopes for marriage as a teenager. I was in puppy love with maybe 971,083 girls back in high school, and back then I thought I was in love. I was the perfect friend-zone guy, too gullible to realize it, too dumb to know what to do about my feelings, and easy to wrap around a finger. College wasn’t much better, either. So when I was finished getting my education, I was quite the bitter person. Only after I moved out on my own — and learned to grow up — did I meet someone who taught me the true meaning of love, and filled a space in my heart I wasn’t sure would ever be filled.
All that unrequited ‘love’, and all the negative things associated with those experiences, led me to this point — and I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. It was my former job that led me to move to where I am now, and that allowed me to meet my fiancée.
Before I know it, the ceremony will be over. Then the honeymoon will be over, and we won’t be a couple of newlyweds. Old news! So I’ll cherish the moment when it arrives, and try not to get lost in the work that has to be done leading up to April 21. Amber, wiser and more capable beyond her years, is planning and paying for the majority of it. It will be a big relief to her when it’s all over. All I really have to do is rent a tux and write my vows and speeches.
I get ahead of myself easily (hence the whole puppy love/friend zone deal at the beginning), so I’m thinking about a place of our own, a family, finances, and how it’s all related to my current pre-marital (lack of) employment status. I won’t be unemployed forever, but having both my professional and personal life at a time-sensitive crossroads wears me down. I know I’ll be back in the workforce at some point, but I KNOW when I’m getting married. To be on our own and somewhat comfortable by, or around that time, would be nice. It’s my goal.
I’ve told myself that I have to start taking things on a day-by-day basis. It’s easy to get lost in the future, especially when we don’t know what it is. That’s especially important now, because I don’t want to miss anything. Or screw it up.