London. Home. Almost.
When the present slips into the past, there is always a sense of longing, a sense of shifting in your soul. Saying goodbye to the love, the city, the faces, the moments - shit - it was bigger than a holiday or any of that junk... It was an adventure in every sense of the word. I think I explained it to Tom S as having your head unscrewed and a jug of joy being poured in. Shooting a feature film in a New York - just a fucken crazy trip. Unreal. I don't know if I'll ever be able to shake the elation from my bones.
You only have to scroll back through all the emails, the text messages, and before you know it, you're at the start of January, a fresh idea in your head and a desire to return to NYC.
Every time I think I've got a handle on something, it feels like change is in the air. I managed a brief call to Ro (felt so good to hear her voice), and we're two dreamers living on cloud 9 right now. A road trip is calling, I can feel it. We're too loose to be tied down to one place I think, too ready for each moment to be resigned to the past. In six months time, I have no doubt our lives will be rolling in some other direction, that we'll be hustling some other new escape. And shit, Laundry still needs to be made...
Astoria loved me. Bushwick loved me. Harlem loved me. As did the lower east side, the upper west side, the subway, the roof tops, the corners, the bridges, the voices, the lights, the laughs. It's easy for travel to become an addiction, an addiction to become a lifestyle, a lifestyle to become a state of mind. Going through the creative process, shooting shit like it was fading fast, in a city that never sleeps, but always beeps - yeah... it'll be a while before I can match that.
I hop on the train to Swansea in a four-and-something hours, time to edit some footage, time to chew over the yearning I have to still be there. But it's not over yet... Laundry set in Queens? Hmmm... You may be hearing more of that kind of talk soon.