I should have sublet it for four months.
Next year, when I sublet my apartment for four months, I’ll look back to this post and wonder, “Why didn’t I say I should have sublet it for five months?” But maybe I’ll have changed my mind and sublet it for five months. In November of 2014, I’ll be planning on getting back in April. I really do love traveling. People don’t get to do this kind of stuff very often.
Can you imagine what you would have had to do to travel like this fifteen or twenty years ago? If you weren’t independently wealthy, you would have had to get jobs in every place you went. In that case you would have had to have a job that paid significantly higher than the local’s wages. You might have had to travel because of your job, and then you might not have gotten to choose where you went or have been able to stay as long as you had wanted to in some places or may have had to stay longer than you wanted in others. I don’t even know what kind of stuff you have to be doing to achieve this. Running drugs, selling something to the rich, maybe representing a famous person in advance of their book or speaking tours. I am truly blessed.
What’s even better about this is that when I get back, I’m booked all week. I have evening appointments every day and three lunch appointments. I have a quick gig lined up for next week, three other meetings for potential work, and a fourth that hasn’t been scheduled. Seriously, when I think of this part of NYC, and seeing all of my friends again, it makes me wonder if I even want to leave at all!
I have tons of work to do right now. I am kind of behind on two projects. Traveling on two separate days is really annoying, I should have just set my other flight to correspond with the one tomorrow. A flight in the middle of a day basically kills the day for productivity. It does mine, anyway. Now that I’ve figured that out, I won’t make that mistake again.
It’s funny, I’m talking to a friend that I met for a week in Colombia last year and we had a fucking blast. I mean, there were three of us travelers and this guy was like the Fourth Amigo. He was working during the day, but we knew what time he was done with work and hung out every day. We really killed it together. He suggested that we get the gang back together for an Asian trip next year – he’s working and planning on traveling the world next year as well. I’d totally meet this guy in Southeast Asia and go demolish some towns with him and the other two.
I always think about what other friends are out there. After the trip is over, whom will I remember, whom will I see again, and whom will I forget?