Six months later…
I’ve never gone so long in silence since I started this webpage in 2009.
Summertime in New York City if officially upon us. I’ve spent the past few months hitting keys; having my heart broken a couple times; and plotting and scheming on the reg.
The freedom that I have and life that I managed to build here baffles me, particularly when I click around this webpage. Certain periods that I revisit feel like a literally different life to me.
Recently I renewed my lease for another twelve months. That will put my gypsy feet in this apartment for three years – which is a record for me. Aside from the house I grew up in, I’ve never been anyplace that long since I left my folks crib in the middle of the night 17 years ago. Continue reading
The past few days have been painfully divine.
I love learning. It’s one of the reasons I’ve gotten so far in my career. Learning is a job in itself. I’m not saying I retain everything I study, my father always taught me most humans are educated behind their intelligence. Continue reading
After a couple of day hiatus, I am returning back to the world.
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
My 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
It has been a quiet week. I’ve been internal, I chanted a bit. I’ve been spending as much time as I can in the sun before winter sneaks up on me.
I also had the great pleasure of my phone breaking, completely. This means all contacts were lost, photos probably got erased. Of course I don’t back anything up on my phone. I’ll back my writing up, to a certain degree – but my phone?
That’s too much work. Continue reading