Let the cray begin. . .
The video above was shot almost exactly three years ago (September of 2007), when I moved into my current Hell’s Kitchen apartment, “The Pink Palace.”
I got a call from my landlady today telling me that the place has FINALLY been sold – and I have to be out by August 14th.
Although I knew that I wanted to move … eventually … I think inertia would have kept me here for the foreseeable future. Very few people hate moving as much as I do (it literally took me a year to unpack).
My subconscious plan was to stay here until at least October 1st, then reassess. And that reassessment includes considering the following options (in addition to just moving to another – slightly bigger – NYC apt): 1) moving to either LA or SF … 2) going officially bicoastal … or 3) traveling for a period of time. My parents have been advocating Chicago residence for months now, but I’m not sold on that (not much career for me there, no friends, the whole “really cold winter” thing).
The problem with an August 14th move out is that I am obligated to stay in New York through Fashion Week (which is in mid-September), and I really don’t want to crash on Meghan’s couch for the duration. The whole “exceptionally allergic to her cat” thing and all. Plus, there are so many meetings regarding Fashion Week prior to it that I really need to stay in New York City consistently until Sept 20th (ie: I can’t move to LA, then fly back.)
So I … yeah. I have no idea what to do. Ugh.