Backpacking through New York City!
After finishing a third summer in Sun Valley, Idaho, I am back to the backpacking lifestyle. However, I am staying domestic this time. And with an actually backpack.
Instead of touring around Europe with my suitcase* (like I have done these past two years,) I will be a pinball for the next few months, bouncing around friend’s unoccupied beds, couches, and floors, in various east coast locations, keeping the backpack Brent has leant me close by.
At some point during the summer I signed up for three writing classes-- a grammar class, humor class, and memoir class--in New York City. So, that is what I am doing (in addition to some skating shows) starting, tonight!
Apparently my goal is to write a grammatically-correct, humorous, memoir.
And truth be told, that kinda is my goal, but it took me a bit to admit this. I feel like saying you want to write a memoir is like saying you think your life is a big deal. To be clear, I don’t think my life is a big deal. But, I also realize you didn’t think that I thought that, so we are probably all on the same page. Plus, I didn’t say I want to publish a memoir, just that I want to write one, which I think is A OK.
Also, if you or I did think my life was a big deal, I’d be writing an autobiography.
People would be like, “How many bananas did you eat for breakfast to become a, technically, three-time Olympic alternate?”
And then I would have to address all these things in my autobiography. And it would all be pretty tedious and boring.
So, to my great fortune--and I swear I say this sincerely-- I am no Michael Phelps (though I would LOVE to eat that many pancakes for breakfast!) So, I can write whatever silly things I want. Unless, that is, you have some suggestions or requests?
Let me know.
*Full disclosure, I do still have my suitcase, which resides in a friend’s closet in the West Village (thanks Andrew) alongside some sparkly skating costumes (your welcome Andrew.)
