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Goodbye New York!

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This time tomorrow I will be on a plane to St. Maarten. I have to say, the dismally cold and wet weather makes the parting all the sweeter. When I spoke to the real estate agent about it, she complained about the winter weather down there. You know, 85 degrees. She helped my boyfriend and I find an apartment with a view of the ocean.

At this point, I’ve been living out of a backpack for over a week, staying with various people, and making some very long commutes. I’m ready to leave! Blogging will resume at a normal schedule once I settle in. I have a backlog of things I want to write about, and just haven’t had a chance to focus on (or an Internet connection, depending on where I am staying).
One of the things I’ve been thinking about is the best way to spend all this newfound free time. I want to finish the novel. I want to do some freelance travel writing. But there are so many other things I hope to do–learn how to speak French and play chess. Build a website (I’ve wanted to make a new home for this blog for a long time). Read Proust and all of Dickens. Try to revive my dying Italian. Scuba dive. Online classes. So many things. If you can think of a good project, send it my way.
But for now, I’m off.
L
Hello St. Maarten!

Voodoo Work Magic

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I love my little voodoo office man. He’s been my cubicle mate for a few years now. He’s one of the things I was a little sad to pack up, along with my collection of Chinese Buddha figures. This was my last full week in the office. Next Wednesday is my last day and then I’m off. Rushed as everything has been, I’ve still had the time to get nostalgic over New York. For example, I took a cab through a McDonald’s drive thru last night. How amazing is that? And this morning I can see a water tower with an orange roof against the blue sky. I love being in the city.

That said, I’ve been itching to travel for the past year. I traveled a lot before settling in New York, and I didn’t realize when I took my first job that I really would have only two weeks vacation. With holidays and and family, two weeks goes quickly. Not to mention, one job leads to another… Next thing you know, years of your life have passed. Quitting may be the best thing I’ve ever done for myself. Being in an unknown place awakens me to my surroundings. It’s easier to notice the different patterns of life. New York isn’t going anywhere, but this is a great chance for me to explore and write. It sounds incredibly indulgent, but I’m proud of myself–even if my novel is utter crap.

And of course, I won’t miss these stacks of papers!