At times I feel like I’m in complete denial about the fact that I’m about to move back to New York City on Saturday. I’ve yet to pack anything, make concrete transportation plans for getting myself from the airport or even figure out any of the other litany of small things I have to do.
Ignorance is bliss and right now I’d just rather not deal.
Sure, moving back permanently to NYC is exciting and I’ll be happy to see my friends there but London really has left an amazing impression on me. From the city itself, to the people, my family, friends and the guy I’m currently dating.
It’s weird because although I find myself not actually packing or doing anything of the sort I do find occasionally find myself on Craigslist looking at apartments and looking at cheap Ikea furniture. I even worked out a budget and estimated how much I can afford to spend on a place, food, etc.
I think it all comes down to perspective. Looking at apartments or furniture means that while I’m fully aware of the fact that I’m leaving, in my mind I can convince myself that it’s at some point far away in the future.
Beginning to pack and making concrete plans however, means that it’s actually TIME to leave and I’m not sure I want to unleash the wave of emotions that I’ll feel when that realization hits home.
2 comments:
LOL that's very much not J-like.
And for fuck sake stop reminding me your pissing off back to NY already =(
sent you a message on fb about an apt! cant wait till you get back!!!!!!!! lol (exclamation points!)
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