the world & words of a new york city writer

gretchen is a writer in new york city

Tag: gypsy (page 1 of 2)

vikings. sunrise.

I spent last night sipping icy vodkas on a midtown rooftop with a viking. There were five of us all up, representing four continents.

I’ve already started the story… That said, my bloody writing section of this page is still a disaster from when I had a tanty and tore it down.

Lucky I’m being easy on myself, head shakes are all I can say about that. Soon to be sorted.

Summer changes my entire world. The decade-ish I spent in Australia was warm weather galore. The only rough thing about coming back to my beloved Manhattan was that I hate winter. I belong outside with bare feet. Preferably climbing a mango tree.

The viking doesn’t fancy the summer, he reckoned it was way too hot yesterday.

I also made a friend at our table from Botswana while I was on the roof last night; she invited me there for my birthday in September. I’m sure the climate in Africa will be a lush way to kick of this 39th year around.

I like that all of this occurred a ten minute wander away from my new writing desk.

I was up at 5am today to watch the sunrise. Once summer arrives, I truly worship every moment of it. It becomes even more precious when it’s taken away for about ten months every year. Some people like seasons, I basically prefer summer. Although autumn in New England has a life of her own.

It’s wonderful to feel better. The silence did me more good than I hoped for.

back to the world

After a couple of day hiatus, I am returning back to the world. image

It was an entertaining five-day spree of flying around, sister cackles, hugs, puppies along with the usual plotting and scheming.

I am ever plotting and scheming. Continue reading

blue tips. holiday whips.

imageHappy Sunday global lover tribe. I only work two days this week. One day will be remotely, because I’ll be in Boston for Thanksgiving.

Yesterday I feasted with a local favorite. We cooked too much food. He made jalapeño corn bread that was accompanied with dark rum punch. We dyed the tips of my hair blue.

Later on I waxed my legs during Patron shots.  I was poured a eucalyptus epsom soak and dipped myself in candlelit bath water.

The weekend wasn’t bad. Continue reading

allora

I knew it the minute he mentioned north and south Italy.

“It’s very different. North and south Italy. Have you been there?”

He’s from close to Rome, and I have family born in Sicily. I have an Australian passport in my closet. Continue reading

emptiness. clips.

imageMy apartment is down to nearly empty. There are two pieces of furniture left, which are disposable, and closets that contain approximately two suitcases of contents.

Few things provide more comfort to a gypsy. I take pride in being able to collect everything I have, in under 15 minutes – and bounce. And while I have seven months until this will likely occur, I’m someone who likes to be prepared. Continue reading

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