well, it is. i have always loved ithaca. it’s the city with a waterfall at its front door, and a giant finger of a lake at its back. when i was in high school, we used to drive to ithaca to be free. for a couple of hours after school, we were adults. becky would look for men’s calvin klein jeans at zuzu. on certiain days they sold clothes by the pound.
when i wasn’t in high school, i would still drive there to be free. melissa and i spent countless summer days there, picking out incense in the gypsy store, picking out stickers for my guitar case. we would wander around the commons and buy used books and handmade journals. we ate indian food and talked about traveling the world. for a few hours we could pretend that we didn’t live in a small town and work dead-end jobs. while we were in ithaca, we were who we were made to be – individuals in a vast sea of individuals. driving home at the end of summer days we were always quiet, thoughtful, windows down, heater on.
i got my tongue pierced in ithaca, ate my first ben and jerry’s in ithaca, went clubbing in ithaca, went to my first (and second, and third, and fourth) rave in ithaca, first at a mall or something, and then in the place where the haunt is now. i think it used to be called the waterfront.
ithaca was always my getaway. when i lived with the crazy roommate who told me to get out, i used to drive 45 minutes almost every day off, in the winter, just to be in ithaca.
and now, soon… i will live in ithaca. the place i have always loved and the place that helped me grapple with becoming Amy with a capital A, the place that provided a haven (and, ok, ok… cute hippie boys) will be my home.
i can’t wait. i am antsy at the moment, which is why it’s been kind of quiet around here. i am deciding what to keep and what to give away, what is worth the money to move it and what is just excess, what matters to me in life and what might matter more to someone else.
the times, they are a’changin.