In the last week or so Jaymie's been looking at apartments because her lease is up this summer, and she's been sending me listings to get my opinion and I actually went with her to look at a couple in Brooklyn Heights (15-20 minute walk from my place). She's been wanting to live alone for a while now, so was hunting for studios at what is a staggeringly high price for me, but on the very low end for studios in most nicer areas of Brooklyn. (Depressing. Wholly depressing.)

We saw one today that is really, really charming and a wonderful deal for the asking price. She actually saw it in the afternoon and came back to work undecided, so I went back to see it again with her after work and helped solidify her decision to get it. She's moving in end of June/mid-July (a trip to Africa in between).

And while I was looking at her listings, I started to look at listings for studios in my old haunts in Williamsburg. It's so crazy but lately I've really started to miss it there. Not that there aren't tons of things that Park Slope/Boerum Hill/Cobble Hill/etc have to offer, but it's a completely different feel out there. I didn't live in the heart of hipsterville, but rather on the outskirts, among various Italian, Polish, and Hispanic families. I felt safe out there. Young and lost, but safe.

Obviously I'm not going anywhere soon - I'm on my lease until next February, and my rent is ridiculously low for the space that I have. But I wonder sometimes if that's enough. But I also wonder if New York City is worth it for me in the next few years, I wonder what my priorities are, I wonder wonder wonder.

Sometimes, lately, my head really hurts from wondering. I love the way my life is now. I'm more structured, I feel invigorated, I'm taking care of myself, and I'm not getting caught up in distractions that used to bring down my morale (namely, drinking and dating). But all this momentum is sort of just pushing me along and making me project toward the 'what's next!' and it's exciting, but also overwhelming.

I'm coming up on a year at Digitas. What a year it's been. Isn't that true of every anniversary?