Rupert Friend as Chéri and Felicity Jones as Edmée in Chéri (2009).
Hello Tumblr. It’s been a while, and we haven’t chatted, so let’s talk now.
In a month, I will be flying into Colombia, and three months after that, I’ll be flying out of Buenos Aires and back to New York. Yes, I’m going alone and no, I don’t know anyone there. I don’t even have a proper itinerary. I hope to explore Colombia and Peru and Bolivia and Argentina, but if I fall in love with some small town and decide to stay for a month, that’ll be okay too.
It’s an odd time, now. I have an ever changing to do list and what feels like so much to prepare. I constantly search for photos and the names of the cities I’ll soon get to know. I imagine beautiful grand things and then the not so grand ones, long waits and bus rides and bleak hostel beds.
Already I feel like I’m starting to say goodbye to New York. I gave notice at the office I’ve been in for the past year. I’ll miss the view and the library and Bryant Park. I’ll miss my after work ritual, walking down 5th Avenue and then to the West Village where still, after 4 years in the city, I can be so easily charmed. I’ll miss the boxing gym and my cozy evenings at home.
Well. Maybe I’ll miss it. Or maybe I’ll be thrilled to be free, finally, to start anew. Three months isn’t a very long time. But then: anything, everything, could happen.
Here’s to what’s next.
I’ve watched this way too many times and I don’t care because ohmygodthathorse.