Tuesday, January 4, 2011
New Year. New York.
My co-worker sent me a short, but sweet note via USPS..."I think you are a wild fashion star that doesn't belong in Seattle." I always thought I'd be one of the first to go, but looks like I am the last one standing. I love Seattle and think I've done everything I could to get things rolling for my career, but the opportunities here are limited. I don't want to sound like those bitter disgruntled snobby people who think they are too good for this city because this place is full of talent, beautiful scenery, delicious food, and all those other things that inspire me. But if I'm ever going to "make it" I have to be in the epicenter of where it all goes down: New York.
No more excuses. I aint got no man, no kids, no mortgage, no strings attached. There is no better time than now. Once I get my 2010 tax return I'm putting it away in my savings. I'm selling a majority of my vintage collection and making it happen. Not sure of a date, but sometime in 2011 sounds about right. I don't know too many people out there but just last year one of my best friends and fellow fashionistas Naomi B. became a resident. I'm pretty sure she has a couch I can crash on.