The past three months have been a bit of a blur. I have had so much to say, but no time to say it. If anyone knows me well, I can be a slave to my job and lead the unsettled lifestyle of a nomadic wanderer. I mean, I moved a total of four times since my trip to Paris in early October. My friends -- a girlfriend and her fiancé -- had the luck of having me reside in their apartment for three long weeks. I was an extended house guest with literally lots of baggage. From there, I had the joy of hotel life (my favorite, the Tribeca Grand) but this two week visit ended with a bit of romantic disappointment, which brings me back to where I began. Paris.
The trip that I really anticipated never happened. Mr. C was supposedly in Paris, but somehow our paths never crossed because that's just the way I think he wants to keep it (bizarre, but fine) and a guy that I had met in NYC, who I was supposed to hang out with in Paris, was -- guess what -- UNAVAILABLE. But he had a good excuse -- he had to work, as fashion week is his busiest time. This did not deter me from having the usual amazing time that Paris offers unconditionally. Ten days had flown by and I was on my way to the airport when I got the chance to actually speak to the guy I was supposed to hang out with in Paris. Guess what! He told me he might come to NYC.
I was really excited at that moment, and from that point on we texted constantly and, weird as it is, got to know each other rather well over BBM. He seemed really sweet; until I found out he was an Aries. That dreadful sign has been the kiss of death for me. He told me he was definitely coming to NYC and needed to figure out a place to stay. Obviously, without thinking I offered that he could stay with me when, ironically, I didn't even have a place to stay myself.
He replied "Great! I'll be there from October 29th to November 15th." My mouth dropped open and then I just thought, well if anything it'll make for a great story. I mean, who let's someone they've never previously hung out with stay with them for over two weeks?! But I thought, it'll be fun, I am bored and what do I have to lose?
I was kind of nervous, and rightfully so, as the whole situation lasted all of four days. I don't really know what to say except think before you speak and offer. The ending wasn't that bad, as I ended up gaining another guy friend, who is smart, amazing, really good-looking, and alas, extremely unavailable. Moving on...as I will not get caught up and obsess over another guy. I am really trying to keep things simple and black and white, no more grey that keeps on lingering.
After that, I was so happy to escape to LA for a change in scenery. I desperately needed a New York break and wanted to hang out with an assortment of fun, cute boys with no expectations to clear my head. Los Angeles is always perfect for that as it is even worse then NYC--it seems no one ever settles down out there, always looking for something better.
Back to NYC for two weeks, and this time I subletted an apartment, which is the closest I've been to normal in, hmmm, ages. The count down began, as I was leaving for Australia on December 15th. I had literally been dreaming of going there for the last five years. Having tons of friends and clients from there and a close friend getting married, it seemed the perfect place to go for the holidays.
I would be away for 19 days for a much-needed mind-cleansing vacation. And as I boarded the plane ready for my first ever 20-hour flight, I could hardly contain my excitement. Free from work, life, and all reality....I for sure was going to have some fun travel stories, as that is just something I am always good for. After all, you need to have great moments to discuss with friends.
And guess what! After much angst and prolonged commitment issues, when I come back to NYC I will have my first apartment in over a year and a half. I think this commitment will help with the other aspects of my life. I guess I will have to wait and see. "The achievement of your goal is assured the moment you commit yourself to it, says" Mack R Douglas. Well at least I am moving in that direction.