That being said, last night, I explored the new Highline downtown (www.thehighline.org). Walking along an elevated park, under hotels and alongside abandoned warehouses and glimpses of the New Jersey skyline, I had a moment of remorse about leaving this damned city. Expressing my need to "heal" and listing my reasons for my need to temporarily relocate to my friends sounded ridiculous while standing on the once abandoned railroad tracks. As we strolled past lovers sharing boxed lunches, tourists snapping memories, and loners dazing on wooden recliners, I thought, "Maybe, I can heal here." At the western outskirts of the city, almost an atmosphere away from the traffic and the noise, I could escape to contemplate for hours at a time--escape to blog, and to connect with the other lost or jobless New Yorkers that long for clarity. But alas, as there are so many of the confused in the city at this time, I am not sure joining the lot of them will lead to productivity.
Regardless, my ticket is booked for Tuesday, June 30th and there is no turning back. At least it's a one way ticket, so I can return at anytime if ever. My fear is that I will grow comfortable in LA living sans rent or bills. Life is simply easier under your parents' roof, especially if you have parents that want nothing more than to see your pretty face when they wake every morning. I need to strategize, because existing in a comatose state will be counterproductive and a waste of time. So, prior to d-day, I am going craft a game plan, which of course, I will then blog about for feedback. I've got one shot to make every second of my year of rebirth count (see Day 3: Music & Escapism), and will have exactly 23 days to make it happen once I land in the City of Angeles.
Wish me luck!
xx
R

I love that the Highline was a turning point for you to realize YOU HAVE TO COME BACK TO NEW YORK...however, I am sad we did not witness any "sexy times" at the Standard.
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