So, I am moving to The Big Apple. In 10 days to be exact, and it feels so unreal- feels like something so far-fetched, something I considered impossible for years, but it was only a step away all the time. Guess it was just not time to go until now.
In the basement of my folk’s house making some late night music, squeezing all the love out of my dad’s gear before I have to leave with a tired iBook and a bad version of Logic. I will make music happen though, I must.
Things are coming together quite fine before I go, lots to do, so many authorities to visit and letters to write. I want to do things right, and leave free from left over paperwork so I buckle down. As I said to Skye the other day, if I had these organizing skills any time else in my life than when I am moving countries I would have a blossoming career by now. But, still struggling with the old organizing and structure, always.
Where will I live, where will I work, it is all open right now. I only have the ticket and that feels great- to be out of school- I thought it would be something so defining of the future, but it is just blurrier. Not blurry like a pond, but blurry as an impressionist painting or something-
Need to sleep, fish wagon tomorrow again. Today I played with live crayfish, they crawled all over the place and hid under fish- they needed the dark, and did everything in their insect bodied might to get there. They’re probably dead when I get to work tomorrow.
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