I am moving to Brooklyn. This is not, strictly speaking, news, as many people have known about it for quite some time, I left work several weeks ago, and I have been spending the subsequent weeks preparing myself for the move. Actually, that last part is in no way true -- I have been living the most ridiculous, denial-fuelled life of leisure for the last two weeks, speaking about but not really processing leaving London, occasionally doing one or two tasks that could, I suppose, be described as "packing" to some.
Now I am left with a half empty room, a hangover, and not the slightest clue what is going on. If I know you and you're reading this and you were unaware that I was moving, don't feel forgotten about. I haven't told many, many people because, as stated, I have been in utter denial about this particular chapter of life, this interlude between moments of shit-having-together, as it were. So that's what this post is, I guess. Hey guys. Moving. Be back soon.
And finally, let me expand on "soon." I am doing a trainee certificate program at NYU which is related to the work I've been doing in London, and after which I will think about where in the world I want to be. The course itself is no more than two months. I will definitely be returning to the UK within three months (there is a dormant birthday gift ticket to Edinburgh, and a family inheritance dispute to mediate in Denmark. Have I written about this? I am not joking about this). So, as I've been telling myself and anyone who asks for the last month, I will be back soon. Also I think people underestimate how much I like London. Oh and I want to live in Berlin I decided. I just need to visit first. This would be way more cutesy if this kind of decision-making process isn't how I've actually determined the majority of my living arrangements in my adult life.
I'm gonna stop. Hopefully more from New York soon. Can't wait to crash some Gawker events.
Oh and PS, the BBC's Ruth Mayer has all my clothes.
