The last two or three days have been the first really fall like days this year. I am always sad (heartbroken, even) to see summer end. But it's also exciting. I'm not sure I could ever live someplace where the seasons didn't change. I'm a creature who craves change. I like variety and absolutely loathe the feeling of being bored or trapped. This is why I move every two years. I feed on the newness. A new place to make a home and a new corner of New York City to get to know. This is also why I have ended up in the line of work that I have. Because I'm a freelancer, I'm always in a state of limbo-ishness. Who knows what job will pop up next? Or when the current gig will end? It's exciting and scary at times. But it keeps things interesting, which is important to this lady. And don't even get me started on what this addiction to change means for my poor love life. I'm not in the mood to cover that today.
So, I've been at this current apartment for two years now and I've signed on to stay for another six months. (Amy factoid: that's the longest I've lived anywhere since I left for college) In the next six months I plan on deciding what to do next. This could mean mixing things up and moving to Brooklyn. And it could mean staying in my beloved West Village. Time will tell. But I hope you'll stick around to help me figure it all out. And in the meantime my need for change drove me to take down all the art on the wall behind my couch and paint a brand new, giant chalkboard for doodling and other various fun. And the beauty of a chalkboard? It's so very easy to change.