And so it is that our stay here will be coming to an end next monday. Tonight will be our last chance to walk in the streets of East Village - on our way to what will be the final chapter of our NY 2012 Tattoo fest.
It's often sad to leave, whether it's Moscow or Montreal, but leaving NY is just heartbreaking for both of us. Plus, we have no clue how we'll like Vegas, though neither of us ever thought it's a place we'd particularly like to even just visit. But it's where life takes us...
But we'll be happy to enjoy some real time off together at last - right in time for us to celebrate our 3rd anniversary, probably somewhere in California. I have friends in San Diego - and a great tattoo artist who's been recommended to us lives there - we want to see San Francisco and LA.
Plus, we possibly have some interesting things and gigs ahead for us in Vegas. And we'll be back here every chance that we get - we're already planning a visit in March - though it obviously won't be the same as living here.
It's weird because I never really felt at home anywhere I lived. I could appreciate a city, get used to it, enjoy it. But none felt like "home". I didn't even care all that much for it before we got here, because, wherever I go, that's where I am, and that's it, pretty much, and I wasn't expecting this city to be any different. So it's not like I was even interested. But NY won me over the first night we spent here. It felt like the right place for me, and it's been the same every day since.
Oh, well...