To all my darlings that I've said goodbye to (or at least said :see you via trashy Facebook photos for awhile") I hope you know how much I cherish you. My nonchalance and general selfishness has been at its peak leading up to my departure and for this I am sorry. I worry that you don't feel appreciated or loved.
My explanation is this: (it's going to be a poor one, you know that right?)
I'm a good waiter, good at waiting. I can somehow slow my body down, like hibernation, so that the endless pointless hours waiting in queues, being in transit, waiting on other people's lateness, that last one is obvious a lie. Point is, I'm so good at waiting patiently I forget to be here and now.
I've been hibernating for the last few months and while saying my goodbyes and I feel a bit bad about that. But believe me people there will be tears. Big fat ones. When the extremity of saying those massive goodbyes hits I will be a mess.
Right now, however, I am waiting. To board another plane. And waiting even harder to get this show on the road. Finally.
I am so grateful to all the amazingly and aching beautiful people I am lucky to know and love. You could never be replaced even if I tried. I may find new dirtbags but they will never replace the dirtbags I know and love.
Gush Gush Gush. Having said all that and knowing that there is sure to be more...
See you kids, I'm going to New York!!!
