Days ago I was making some changes, moving away and moving on.
This year I have lived all over Manhattan and stayed in flats and hotels around the world.
I spent time on the Upper West Side, the Upper East Side, Church Road in Hove and Embassy Court in Brighton. I knew the security guards at The Venetian Hotel by heart. I drove to pick up breakfast in Westhampton and walked downstairs in many a hotel to eat a far too large continental.
I couldn’t commit to a long term anything. I lived like a gypsy, waking up in New York City, falling asleep just a few minutes from the beach and boarding a plane for England a few hours later.
On January 1st I signed a lease, 6 months in one place, back to my old stomping grounds on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. It isn’t forever, hell it isn’t even a year, but I am too excited to have a home for a few months. I have a new lovely roommate and her amazing dog who is the perfect mix of slobbery and mush.
I don’t know where I will find myself come July, but I have a bathroom and a bedroom and a new tea kettle to keep me going until then.
