And then there are the days when it’s time to wander. Pack your bags. Call an Uber. Head to LAX. Sit and have breakfast with your Partner in Crime. Hop on a plane. Drink Screwdrivers and watch more than one guilty pleasure movie. Then hop on the Wifi to get some work done before you land in JFK. Then across the sea to Portugal. Which is where I’m headed right now. To explore Villamoura a little bit, to eat and roam and rest. Whilst still of course, working. Because a girl must work even on the down days.
Freelance life is tricky. The good thing is, your work goes with you everywhere. The bad thing is, your work goes with you everywhere. I don’t travel light any more. I love my studio case, but I don’t love feeling like a pack mule when I travel, I mitigate this as best I can by checking all my bags except my favorite travel purse. Stick on a hat. Feel marginally more fabulous.
So to an apartment in Portugal, to spend time with my Partner in Crime and the woman I want to be when I grow up. And to explore. I can’t wait to see what I find. I hear it might involve pastry and I cannot wait.