I have been in quarantine at my late parents estate in upstate NY, which in hindsight after the protests in NYC, was a wise move on my part. I’m leaving the estate soon, as I have made the decision to move out of the city.
The big question is where. I want to stay near the East Coast, but the pickings are slim. But even if it means putting most of my belongings in storage and shipping some to the house, I cannot wait any longer to get out of this godforsaken city.
Between the absolute idiot of a mayor, who looks like Lurch’s younger brother, and the dangerous dullard (The “Love Gov” – oh puke!) who oversees the state, it’s amazing I’ve lasted this long. Any woman who dates Andrew Cuomo is either power hungry, a gold digger, or dumb as the proverbial brick.
So I may be trading my Louboutins for hiking boots, and that’s okay. I’m due for a change, and Aramis has loved being able to run around off-leash.
Maybe Lucia would want to relocate, too…