Travel anxiety always prefaces an awesome trip... I blame my cats.
I have this problem when I travel, and I blame it on my cats. I have mini anxiety attacks when I think about leaving home. I get over it, because deep down I love the travel. Especially since my damn upgrade came through. But still, it's hard to leave home when home is so awesome... and the cats look sooooo comfy.
I'm not a weird cat lady, but I do have a rather serious relationship with these two creatures that have been a part of my life for over 14 years!! Yes, this is exactly the week, 14 years ago, when I first tried my "Escape from NY."
After finishing up NYU and having a rather insanely eventful post grad year, which involved moving three times, having 10 LES street rats break into my apartment, club promoting with my BFF, House of Style, my first modeling gigs and many a late night, I thought it was time to jump ship and head west... to LA.
Well, I didn't make it to LA. I ended up in Arizona with appendicitis, worked this bizarro job where I sold computer parts at 5AM to East Coast businesses, went crazy after about 8 months, sold my car and moved to Barcelona. But that's another story...
On that road trip, I found my cats. Living in a double wide, nestled in the mountains outside Steamboat Springs, Colorado. We stuck them in our van and set on our way. Since then, they've traveled the world with me and it's awesome.
It's just hard to wake up in the morning when you see these animals that are just SO dedicated to getting sleep. I mean, it's like a job for them. How many positions can I sleep in? Please turn out the lights, I'm sleeping. Purring, snoring, whatever... cats really have it down.
Days like today, when my phone starts ringing at 6:30AM, or tomorrow, when I hop on a flight... it means I have to pack, prepare outfits (and I don't do that, travel with one color, interchangeable things, I'm a libra for god's sake!), and generally disrupt the schedule. The guilt!!! This must be what it's like to have kids. Do kids stare at you like that when you want to do your own thing?
Am I amazingly naive to believe that I could actually deal with four kids (my current wishlist.. maybe I should start with one.). It's not like you can get a kid sitter as easily as a cat sitter.
Everyone knows my cats. If you've been in my life, you know these they rule. Hell, Leo gets his own seat on the plane! But I digress....
And... on that note.. I'm dealing. I'm off to pack. Say ciao to the cats. And HELLO NYC!!! ( you know I can't stay away long). First, a few phone calls and cuddles....
xx
I'm not a weird cat lady, but I do have a rather serious relationship with these two creatures that have been a part of my life for over 14 years!! Yes, this is exactly the week, 14 years ago, when I first tried my "Escape from NY."
After finishing up NYU and having a rather insanely eventful post grad year, which involved moving three times, having 10 LES street rats break into my apartment, club promoting with my BFF, House of Style, my first modeling gigs and many a late night, I thought it was time to jump ship and head west... to LA.
Well, I didn't make it to LA. I ended up in Arizona with appendicitis, worked this bizarro job where I sold computer parts at 5AM to East Coast businesses, went crazy after about 8 months, sold my car and moved to Barcelona. But that's another story...
On that road trip, I found my cats. Living in a double wide, nestled in the mountains outside Steamboat Springs, Colorado. We stuck them in our van and set on our way. Since then, they've traveled the world with me and it's awesome.
It's just hard to wake up in the morning when you see these animals that are just SO dedicated to getting sleep. I mean, it's like a job for them. How many positions can I sleep in? Please turn out the lights, I'm sleeping. Purring, snoring, whatever... cats really have it down.
Days like today, when my phone starts ringing at 6:30AM, or tomorrow, when I hop on a flight... it means I have to pack, prepare outfits (and I don't do that, travel with one color, interchangeable things, I'm a libra for god's sake!), and generally disrupt the schedule. The guilt!!! This must be what it's like to have kids. Do kids stare at you like that when you want to do your own thing?
Am I amazingly naive to believe that I could actually deal with four kids (my current wishlist.. maybe I should start with one.). It's not like you can get a kid sitter as easily as a cat sitter.
Everyone knows my cats. If you've been in my life, you know these they rule. Hell, Leo gets his own seat on the plane! But I digress....
And... on that note.. I'm dealing. I'm off to pack. Say ciao to the cats. And HELLO NYC!!! ( you know I can't stay away long). First, a few phone calls and cuddles....
xx
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