I quit my job today. Had enough of the glamorous life. NYC has been a blast, much better than the 6 months I spent in Milan. What's next... I don't know, but I'm taking a year off work to think about it. I have exactly $56,680.89 in my bank, $13,342.12 charged on my credit card, sold my car yesterday for a loss, and happy to start as a no one. I purchased my flight ticket to London last week, on a whim.... not knowing whether I really was going to quit or not, but here I am, checked in, sitting in the airport lounge, with about 6 hours to wait.
Mika was always saying that I should be doing this exactly. But what she really meant was WE should be doing this. Mika, where are you? I hope you're where you said you would be... I'm coming, so don't leave. Two weeks ago, if you would've seen me, the world was in my hands, but now, I sit here, knowing that the next few weeks and months, may be the hardest. I was sad when I left the apartment this afternoon, knowing I would never see it again. I left a message for the land lady, saying that she could have all my clothes if she wanted it.