I am going.
And now comes the waiting.
The hardest part, after making the decision, which really wasn’t that hard to make, is waiting for the final thumbs up from my friend in New York to clear it with his room-mate.
And drumroll please.
I am doing the unthinkable, the impossible, the how is this going to work, but, yes, Virginia, I am going to go right after I get back from Burning Man.
I may, depending on when we get back in, actually have a day of down time in San Francisco before turning around and hopping on a plane.
Hopping on a plane with very little luggage.
I am only going to be there for three days.
I will need my laptop, blogging, duh, my camera, my phone, a change of clothes some decent walking shoes, and some toiletries. I am going to travel light and just go have me a three-day weekend in New York.
“You’re going to shit your pants when you see the Met.”
My friend sent me a text earlier as we were discussing the day and when the room-mate will be getting back, hopefully soon, I found a good ticket price and want to jump on it.
I am ready to shit on New York.
Or in it.
I went to work today and found out that we will be returning from Burning Man far sooner than I had originally thought, mom wants to leave the 2nd and drive straight through.
No stopping in Reno for an overnight, just hit it and get out and get home.
Now, it’s Burning Man and stuff happens–like cars breaking down, or things taking longer or dust storms, so instead of thinking, boy howdy, I should book that ticket for the third, I decided to wait until the 4th.
It will give me a day’s down time to unwind and de-dust and shower exhaustively.
Maybe even sneak in a mani/pedi at the nail salon before hopping on a plane and flying cross-country.
I realized my only reservation this morning when I was writing morning pages was inconveniencing one of my families (one of my families is not going to the even this year and will be missing out on three weeks of me working for them). I would be coming back and then saying right way, hey, I’m going to take a day off from our regular schedule, I’ll be back next week.
So when the mom told me today that we would actually be coming back sooner, I got excited.
Because not only would it be cheaper, not sure how that worked but the following weekend, the rates to fly were significantly higher (usually it’s the other way around, the closer the date to fly the more expensive), but a dear friend of mine will be out there visiting a friend of her’s in Brooklyn.
Like where I will be.
She’s going to be occupied with her friend and I with mine, but it’s going to be nice to know she’s around should anything go wonky, I know I can call her and we can grab a coffee or visit with some fellows.
In fact, I am really looking forward to that bit.
Always good to check things out in another city, see what they have dialed in.
I don’t know what part of Brooklyn the Air BnB my friend has himself in, my other friend will be staying in Highline.
Not that any of this means a thing to me.
My boss rattled off a dozen places, a rhapsodical recalling of cream cheese and dark rye bread and cup cakes from Dean and DeLucca and galleries, and go see Hedwig and the Angry Inch, and what, wait.
“You’ve never been to New York!”
I mean, you know, I lived in Paris for six months, have been to London twice, and Rome once, but never you know, taken a bite from the Big Apple.
“You have to go!”
It was nice to hear that I will be getting off playa a little sooner than expected, dad will stay to finish out his job there, but me and mom and the little guy will head back to San Francisco on the 2nd and though I am sure to be tired, dusty, dirty, exhausted, who the hell isn’t?
I will also be excited to explore a new place, a new city, to have a new experience, to see the skyline at night, to walk, to smell the smells, and see the people, and hear the noise, and be a part of the hectic frenzy of it all.
“Your ankle better be healed, yo.”
I hope so, my friend, I am icing it down now. I am taking precautions, I am going slow, I am being all easy does it and shit.
Now that the idea is out of the bag and everybody I know and checked in with and whose opinions, values, and suggestions mean very much to me, said “GO!” I am ready to leap.
I had not thought there would be another journey in my year after Burning Man.
I had Florida in January.
Wisconsin in July.
I will get Burning Man in August.
And New York in September.
That’s a fabulous kind of itinerary.
And then I always get to come home to San Francisco, my favorite city of them all.
At least permanent cities.
In its very special and unique way, Black Rock City is probably my favorite city to live in, it’s a temporary home, but deeply etched into my psyche and when ever I land, I know I am home and it is right in my world.
I may not get the thumbs up for a day or two, but you will hear it, the loud whoop, the happy holler, when I am confirmed and all is a go and I pull out my bank card and get online and buy that ticket.
I am finally going to the Big Apple.
I don’t know what took me so long.
I really like apples.