The Good News
Is that Matty landed a great job. I'm not sure what he's going to be doing, but it sounds both funky and high-powered and it has something to do with a nonprofit and cool coworkers and editing film. I'm so proud of him. In only a month, he did it. I'm not surprised, though. I'm always astounded by his perseverance and drive.
I'm still looking for a place to live, and today Matty and B showed my around the lower Haight, which is where I think I want to be. I applied for a tiny place there on a lovely, wide street flanked by nicely-painted Victorians. I hope I get it. There were no refrigerators abandoned on the sidewalks, no spraypaint on the sides of the houses, no empty boxes and old stereos in the gutter. I'd be allowed to have one well-behaved pet, and it's an easy bike ride to the bookstore where I work. Just down the street there were lots of little restaurants and stores. Good-looking guys everywhere, and perhaps some of them were straight, who knows?
Best of all, it's only a few blocks away from Matty, and while I don't want to be a nuisance, I'd feel safer and happier knowing he was nearby. Okay, I don't just mean happier, I mean filled with joy. Through all of this, he makes me feel as though it's possible. And B seems to understand my anxiety. He told me something last night -- backsliding is normal, and to be expected. We go up, and we go down, and then we go up again. But the ups go a little higher each time, so if we have patience, we'll get to the top of the hill. It's a very San Francisco metaphor, as it mimics the layout of our streets.
Matty and B are lucky indeed to have found each other, and I'm honored to be their friend. When I'm feeling better, I want so badly to return the favor.
I also have to thank my boss as KQED for letting me take a little break. I sure hope my next play review is a good one.
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