My mind has been on moving over the past week and change. The lease in my midtown tower expires come July, and I’m about to be out.
Usually, when it comes to leaving the states – I say, the further the better; which is partially how I ended up in Australia for ten years.
My heart exploded in Sperlonga, Italy and is beating on the beach’s white sand – waiting for me.
Therefore, I’m putting myself on a back-to-Australia-via-Sperlonga itinerary. Alas, I’m not sure how long it’s going to take me to swing. And while I would love to loudly declare, “July or bust!” Doing all of this on my own can take 12 – 24 months, I’ve found.
To further complicate matters, I’ve decided to move to Brooklyn for my final twelve months – providing I can’t hustle my way overseas come July. This is strictly for pocket purposes. While I adore being two blocks from Grand Central Station – New York City does not fuck around when it comes to rent.
Let me tell you…
Anyways, in addition to my mind being on moving, it’s also been on getting on.
An old lover came over for dinner last night. I cooked trying to distract my head, the food was amazing – but my heart is somewhere far away.
“Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.” ee cummings
Work is officially insanely busy for me, for the next five weeks or so. This morning I watched the sunrise over the east river and danced to DJ Khaled.
Busy, busy, busy. Go, go, go…