Moving... continued...

(From top (green) Marni, Marc Jacobs Collection, Manolo Blahnik, Dolce and Gabanna)

This is how my room looks trying to move.

There is this cool layout to my room and it allow me to display my shoes as if it was a showroom. (: At least that is how Jackie described it. It's funny too because the lighting in the room very much looked that way. (And yes, those are the shoes I own without boxes on top and those boxes are actually filled.)

I wrote this while I was at the SFO airport.

I’ve been sitting at the SFO airport for way too long… I’m running on about 2 hours of sleep. I’m paranoid that I will miss my flight… lose my chance at New York. So, my body naturally wants to wake up every 20 minutes. So, I give up at sleep around 6AM and deal with my morning. My flight is at noon, but I need to make sure everything is square for me to go. I get to the airport early at 9, because John is forced to go to some ridiculous meeting/training with the company he just put in his 2 weeks notice with.

So many new beginnings, while so many things end.

Geez I’m starving. I feel like when I have a proper breakfast, I’m hungry way too often for the rest of the day. I’m gonna be stuck at an airport bored out of my mind with no internet access because I forget my cable to tether my phone. When I am packing, I don’t like to be under pressure, because I’m going to forget something for sure. I can’t even find my old apartment keys. It’s in one of the large 15 boxes that I packed within the last few days. (Sorry Will, I’ll FedEx them back to you when I find them I swear!)

Some amazing friends came over with cold beers, while I packed. We were reminiscing about past memories together; things we want to do together in the future.

3 hours later…

Of course I have the worst luck. My flight was delayed by 2 hours and I’m also late for my connecting flight. How frustrating is that? How am I suppose to meet a friend in Bed Stuy (Brooklyn) at maybe 2AM or 3AM without being paranoid that someone will jack my stuff? I won’t even check in my luggage because I’m afraid it’s going to be lost somehow.