Since 16 October, I have been heavily involved in a move to Portland, Maine, which was not planned for this time frame. All in all, this is a necessary money-saving measure directly linked to my goal to move to Paris one year from now. Last weekend, the superintendent (also my friend) of my building in New York drove me, my possessions and my cat to my mother's house in Maine. Leading up to that frenzied transition, I was busy selling and donating my furniture, clothing and miscellaneous items to lighten my load.
So here I am, camping out for four months in my childhood bedroom as my mother and I prepare to put our family home on the market. Over the next year, she and I will be roommates, as we both have the same goal to buy a Paris apartment and live there. Sure, we have little arguments now and then, but overall we get along very well.
And so a new chapter begins.
