Viva Colombia

Cookies in the shape of President Uribe, the FARC and the paramilitaries - by my friend/artist Roberto Romero

A few months ago I dreamt with rats biting my  feet. After looking for the meaning at a dream's interpreter website I learned that it meant "feeling trap in a rat race".  A month ago I turned 30 and felt accomplished and happy for a while (feeling it took a great deal of bravery getting to this age). But now, I started to get worried about deciding which steps should I follow in order to get to (blank) -this needs to get decided as well-.   I've been reading the Financial Times each morning and I'm enjoying it more than I could have thought. The downside to it is that I now feel anxious about sky-rocketing oil prices and food crisis, adding to the anxiety generated from the lack of personal decisions.  Am I being exaggerated? Probably. Things will happen regardless my worries; besides, not all is bad. Today we walked across Central Park and got to a chamber music concert at the band shell.  The music was beautiful and the park was filled with fireflies. It was neat!

I'm in a very bad mood today. Aggressive and fighting with everyone about stupid things. My hormones are showing its worst face, and I have to deal with the shame of being so rude with anyone with a different opinion than mine. I'm going to keep reading my book before going to bed. To make it worst, my roommate brought home his boyfriend's dog today, and I already started seeing fleas jumping on my comforter. 

My cousin Pepe arrived last night and he will start his official life in New York tomorrow.  I don't know how much time it will take him to feel/become a New Yorker; it took me 3 years (and 6 years to buy a proper bed).  How long it takes before you deserve to claim a city your own?

Today we walked on streets I haven't seen before, east of Chinatown and south of Lower East Side.  Clotheslines hanging from the windows, stinky garbage cans and children with braided hair reminded me of the New York I came looking for. I live in the Greek neighborhood where Orthodox churches burn incense on Sunday mornings and old men gather in coffee shops for long hours.

Laura, Pepe, Brandon and me are listening to Nouvelle Vague in the living room before going to bed. I enjoy having a full house after months of being alone.

(Gracias por el comment Carola. He enviado el anuncio por facebook y aun no estas ahi, pero me alegra mucho que hayas llegado).

I'm tired of long distance relationships and having to be on the phone with nothing to say, just to feel a little bit closer. I get cranky about almost everything, and my boyfriend demands things that just makes it worst (like asking me to call the Financial Times at 12:34 AM on Sunday).

I spent all afternoon (after a 3-hour brunch, doing my laundry and getting a foot massage), going through old pictures and selecting the best ones for my portfolio. I found bits and pieces from my last 6 years in New York (which I'm uploading to Facebook). Sometimes it's necessary to go through old files and measure yourself against what you were, to see more clearly what you've become.

We spent the afternoon at Max and Lily's house a few blocks from my place. 4th of July with only two Americans to celebrate it, in a Greek neighborhood where no one else seemed to be having a party. We grilled hamburgers, eggplants and zucchini in the porch while we hoped for the rain to stay away a little longer. We tried to watch the fireworks from the park by the river, but we ended up walking in circles without seeing any.

I'm now sitting on my bed and I could hear Brandon making funny noises in his bedroom (he is probably watching Lost). V is on Skype as every night - that's the way we manage our relationship lately- and I could hear him cooking artichoke filled tortelloni and playing some Schubert sonatas on his iPod.

My Mom called a few minutes ago. She is sick with Typhoid Fever.

Niloufer, Melissa and me sat at the Met's roof this afternoon while we all had a drink to cope with the hot weather. Niloufer talked about her religion (which name I cannot pronounce), how it started in Persia and how the followers were expelled from Iran to India.  Good words, good thoughts and good deeds are the main principals they follow. 

I sent an email inviting friends to visit my blog; now I feel nervous that someone actually will read it, and that I should be somehow entertaining. 

My desk from the corner of my eye

I'm sitting on my bed with the lights off and the AC on. My boyfriend is talking through Skype about how the economic crisis will hit Mexico soon, and how his sushi was 30% more expensive today than it was a week ago. I'm not tired, I wish I could use all this energy tomorrow morning and exercise. I spend too much time sitting down at my office and then after work I'm tired so I just go back home and turn the computer on. Victor finished talking. He is the perfect guy, he wakes up at 6 AM to do some jogging, then works like 12 hours, reads the newspaper and even irons his shirts. 

So nice outside

I'm at my desk as everyday at work. Weather is so nice outside that I rather be sitting on any bench somewhere, especially since perfect weather days are so few in New York. I feel like walking across Manhattan and then all the way down to Battery Park. I want to see the boats and drink something cool.
I’ll be out soon, need to get back to work…