So after years of enjoying the freelancer's life (spending a few months one winter in Australia, few months in Indonesia the next, a quick trip to South America for a few weeks when the mood struck) I “buckled down” and two years in I’m still trying to figure out how so many people do this full time job thing.
I guess I can’t really complain about a decent gig and there are certainly worse towns to be “stuck” in. Hey, now I finally have the time to take that Spanish class I’ve been meaning to forever. Well, I should have the time, but it’s New York, time has a (often wonderful) way of getting away from you.
What else can I say that’s relevant here... For my birthday my friends always seem to give me either books or booze. What do you think that says about me?
Whatever it is, I like it.