Well, I guess this is it. I guess I'm going to Convergence.
I once vowed that I never would. Those big, goth gatherings have always seemed silly to me. But Coil is playing, and I'd been wanting to get to New York, so I could visit a school there. So it will be a multi purpose trip.
It's Jason Hyde's birthday that weekend. We were originally going to visit Chicago to help him celebrate, but he wanted to see Coil so he suggested we go. We're all going to be flying out together and renting a big suite to stay in. It should be a good time.
I'm really excited about the School of Visual Arts. I actually am pretty interested in their program if I can scrape all the cash together to go. So, it's worth checking out. But the cool thing is, I have a nice little getaway to New York which I have been wanting to do.
I'm not sure if I want to move to New York or not. Part of me is really jazzed by the idea, and I could go for a fresh city. But deep down I have such a weird attachment to Chicago. I'm even attached to its painful memories, isn't that weird? Sometimes I miss the pain, it's so much better than the drabness of Kalamazoo, the vague nothingness and boredom that surrounds me. But sometimes it's more than the pain, it's the way the wind feels in wicker park in October, it's the way it feels to look out the window on the brown line as the train whizzes through neighborhoods. Part of me feels that I belong there. That I will always belong there, and anything else will simply not measure up.
But I owe it to myself to explore. I owe it to myself to give a comparison other than another one of the many generic midwestern towns to evaluate it by. To test the waters, explore the options, and see what New York has to offer.
And besides, New York will be a great time, no matter what. And the fact that there will be friends there, only makes it better.