And yes, I am definitely counting.
I’ve been planning and thinking about this trip for over two years. That’s a long time… At least in my little world. But for as much time as I’ve spent dreaming of the sparkling blue waters teeming with fishes while I lay aboard a floating device of some sort sipping a cold beer (I’m telling you, I’ve thought about this A LOT), it never actually felt like reality. Like not even a little. Not even after I said goodbye to my home in Brooklyn. Not until literally just like a moment ago. Continue reading
This is it. My last morning in my beautiful Brooklyn brownstone apartment. The sky is gray and the naked tree branches outside seem to be swaying silently outside of the bay window. I’ll miss that bay window the most I think. I’ve spent many mornings sipping coffee, reading or stretching and preparing myself for a day in the city. This place has been my oasis – a daily retreat from the noise, however magical. On the other end of the living room, my bedroom looks odd with a few of my things left over for the gal who’s taking my place. The blanket still on the bed, the rustic blue mirror still sits on the dresser, but the floor is mostly empty – all of my shoes either tossed or packed into my suitcase (how the hell I managed to get all of my stuff in there is still a miracle). There’s no traces of my pink gym bag or drying hand wraps anywhere. Only the few pieces of clothes I have laid out for myself to change into for my flight to Orlando. It’s oddly quiet. People are probably still tucked away in their homes for the holidays. Only an occasional passing truck can be heard just outside – a big difference from the usual honks and hollers of the center of Park Slope. I’ve been thinking about the things I’ll miss most. This apartment – this neighborhood – is at the top of that mental list. When (and if) I return to NYC, I hope to get this lucky again. Continue reading
I finally bought my ticket home (to Orlando).
My official last day in NYC is December 26th 2017.
I’ve said that aloud probably a million times and it still feels unreal. But the ticket confirmation is chillin’ right there in my email inbox. The points I used from my credit card have been deducted. It must be true. Continue reading
How did I manage to save enough money to travel for one year? First, what is ‘enough’? For me ‘enough’ meant the smallest absolute amount to get me to where I wanted to be — traveling alone for one year without working. Continue reading
Me. Sort of.
I’ve got 4 months (less than that now) left in NYC. I’m flying home to Orlando on Christmas (better remember to buy that ticket soon) leaving my life in NYC behind. For now. Continue reading
It’s been one of those days where I’m not sure how it got to be 10:40pm when I just woke up like 10 minutes ago. One of those days where everything just kind of blurs together. Looking back on it I didn’t pay attention to the violinist and mandolin players at my station this morning even though I get super psyched every time they show up in the morning. I didn’t pay attention to Chinatown’s typical “Bags, wallet, glasses” calls as I rushed past the same people I see every single day (these same people have seen me come and go from the subway every day for the past 2.5 years… Surely they remember me by now). I didn’t pay attention to how I intentionally stayed out of the shadowy part of the block on my mid-day walk. It was chilly again. And I definitely didn’t think twice about the man inside the N train performing what I can only assume was one of Shakespeare’s monologues in a baseball cap and a Universal Orlando jacket. I was too busy trying to pay attention to my podcast; my ear buds blaring. I didn’t notice and now the day is gone.
Stoop for days & the nook
It’s a lovely day outside –IF– you’re sitting in the nook with an open window. Mostly because it’s really windy and all the debris has been flying into my eyes all day. There’s a lot of dust and dirt and sand. Not to mention random trash blown from over-flowing tash cans. BUT… Seeing as how I am sitting in-doors in my cushion-y nook enjoying the breeze calmly filter in, I’m very much enjoying the weather. It’s sunny. Warm. Rare. Continue reading