After two weeks apt / cat sitting in Harlem, I headed north to Nyack, NY luggage in hand (barely as my trusty strap on a suitcase of my dad's I'd used since grade school broke). After a screening of my short doc, Runaway Circus, I caught a ride with Karen a little further North / East to Westport, CT where I took the train to Springfield, MA where I got picked up by my mom & Tom for a delivery home in VT.
The sky was such a rich black and filled with so many stars it was if a sheet had been laid out right above me I could touch. And the quiet. And the breeze.
Two nights in my downstairs room and then packed up and moved to the 3rd floor in preparation for guests, then packed for a night in CT. On return home, I re-packed in preparation for a stop in Chicago to see friends and then landing in LA. August in LA for work, 2 weeks in Peru in September, and then...move to NYC. Yup. Road trip and the whole pack up & sell everything thing. Surreal. Slowly telling people as I slowly believe it myself. Could it really be this easy?
Am I coming or going? I've lost track if I'm unpacking or packing. But, what's new?
