OMG! 173 days until I am out of here!
I recently met with Jess, the young woman who is probably going to sublet my apartment while I am on the road. Omg omg omg!
Very exciting! I went to an Irish Christmas Concert not long ago at Symphony Space,and I’ve had the refrain to “Mrs. Fogerty’s Christmas Cake,” running non-stop through my head all morning. That happens to me when I get excited or anxious. It’s not always Mrs. Finnegan, of course, that just happens to be the last piece of really catchy music I'd heard live, and I have been playing the CD of the concert here at home.
This is a very exciting time for me. It’s getting real! This crazy dream has morphed into this crazy plan.
We had tea, and I began the tour, we talked generally, and also got into some of the details. I’d planned to get rid of my mattress anyway, but the excellent captain’s bed can stay. Lots of storage beneath, so that’s a plus. She seemed to really like the place—it sounds like a huge upgrade from where she is living with boyfriend, plus roommates in Williamsburg.
But, she’s going to be here for a year, with the boyfriend. So, two people living here, yeah I’m going to have to empty out more stuff, Edit, edit, edit the books. Get the rest of the books packed and stored. Jess & Dan are both working in the NYC restaurant scene in various capacities, so they have lots of kitchen stuff. I’ll need to empty out more of the kitchen than I really thought about. Ok, maybe I can store some of the books in the big closet in boxes, and the same with kitchen stuff I can’t part with? Do I really need to rent a storage space, or can I edit enough to really make this work with the spaces available to me?
Did you ever have the experience of a relationship falling apart, and then there’s a day when you finally tell others about it, and it becomes real? This just got real for me. I was considering how to empty out the thousand-odd books I have here and thought, “Well, I can pack up the toys and books that are the kids, in that end bookcase, and bring them to Long Beach,” and then my heart started to break, as it does every time I think of leaving those guys.
I need to do this. It feels important for me, and it feels right, but I never thought it would be easy to break up this little family, while I go gallivanting all over the country.
But, in any case, I best get packing. Work is the best way to get over being all emotional. ;-)