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2.14.2003Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot. Mark Twain- The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn my entire world is in a fragile ecosystem of limbo and tailspin. I have never thought of leaving NYC. I married it about 11 years ago but have been engaged to it since i was 9. i met Atlanta a few months ago and i am thinking of having an affair. Just becoming aware of the fact that i would even consider leaving sent me into fits of near vomiting. NY loves me and i love her. But i think that i need some new scenery. so i started looking for jobs. its been slow in Atlanta. there is not much in the way of work for a design fashionista from NY. But then I got a call from a big co looking for a creative director. Its beautiful. Perfect. Gorgeous and exactly what I want to be doing with my life. Its a big leap ahead of where I am. I would have no choice but to say yes if it was to be offered to me. But now its all about the waiting. And trying not to design a new life before its hatched. I have checked out of NY. I never thought that would happen but the prospect of not having to swim upstream so often is incredibly appealing. I have proven that I can take care of myself here and at a high level. Now I get to go somewhere else and prove that I can live without all of the comforts of being here. More proving myself. My devildog needs to get out of here. Its making him crazy being around all these people all the time. I am looking at HUGE lofts (yeah - this is all part of the effort to keep myself from designing my new life too soon) near the "Prospect Park" of Atlanta. The rents there are sooo romantic. It makes me swoon. .: posted by landry 4:58 PM
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