One Month Hiatus: Annnnnnd Go.

A week ago today, I started a deliciously inspiring one month hiatus following what can only be described as a summer in Hell, aka New Jersey, which consisted of 3 months of working a ridiculous number of hours a week, drinking far too much in the few off hours I had and getting very VERY little sleep. It was a summer of excess, to be sure. Though I wouldn’t trade the experience for anything as I learned a lot and was challenged in every arena of my life (not just professionally), I returned last weekend feeling physically, emotionally, mentally, and most horrifically, creatively drained.

And even worse – I’m unemployed now.

But every cloud has a silver lining, or so I’m told. And for me, that is the one month I’m taking off to write, travel, clean out my closet, exercise daily, get my oil changed and otherwise regain some semblance of a normal life, before I jump back into another project and send my life spiraling into unpredictable chaos once more.

It took about a week for me to unpack my bags, for my liver to adjust to moderation once more, and for my body to get used to being back in sunny, lovely Los Angeles, a place I never realized I loved so much until I was forced to spend 3 full months away from it in the cruel humidity and sudden downpours of New Jersey. My head has slowly stopped spinning and I’ve managed to find a nice, sharp focus to carry me through these next 3 weeks.

I’ve got plans – grand ones. I’m attacking my to-do list hungrily and striking off things left and right. This last week, I cleaned out my closet, de-cluttered my apartment and re-instated my membership at my local gym. I opened up my novel files and dusted off my notes, jumping back into a scene I haven’t worked on since June. I backed up my computer and cleaned out my hard drive. I re-registered my car and even went to the DMV to get a new license. I’ve reconnected with friends and family that I haven’t been in touch with for months. Yesterday I flew to Texas to visit my parents and friends in my hometown, which I haven’t done since March. And I leave for 2 weeks in Hawaii on Wednesday – the yearly “vacation” I take for my own mental health, where I challenge myself to try new activities, face my fears, confront my mental obstacles, escape the grind and find new focus and perspective in my life.

I’d been lost in sea of work and booze all summer. Now, I’m hitting the gym and the keyboard harder than I have in months. I’m actually being productive again. And it feels fucking fantastic.

Watch out world! Lindsay has FREE TIME!!!!!

Back To Real Life

Well, I am back in LA, back at work, down from the glorious cloud that I lived on for 2.5 weeks as I trounced around Europe. I’ve technically been back for 4 days, but only now has my body and mind recovered and started to settle back into the saddle of work and everyday life.

I don’t want you or me to get bogged down with recounting every part of my trip with my mom, so suffice it to say that this trip was most definitely the most unbelievable vacation I’ve ever been on. Here are a few highlights:

Countries & Cities I Visited:
UK – London, Spain – Barcelona, Valencia, Palma de Mallorca, France – Marseille, Saint Tropez, Monaco – Monte Carlo, Italy – Portofino, Florence, Amalfi, Sorrento, Rome

Portofino, Italy from Brown Castle

Favorite new place: Portofino! I had a perfect moment there, sitting by the little port drinking wine and soaking in the sun. The castle on the hill was worth the hike and the view was incredible.

Biggest Disappointment: Saint Tropez. It may have been the rainy weather that day but I just didn’t get it – snotty people and everything was way overpriced.

Best Discovery: An amazing hidden English book store in Palma de Mallorca run by a delightful British man I wanted to put in my pocket. Inside, it looked like what I imagine Flourish and Botts did in the Harry Potter series. There were books, old and new (mostly old) piled to the ceiling in 4 levels of small rooms packed with shelf after shelf of pages and treasures. The smell of the place alone nearly brought me to tears. I bought a 100-year-old book on Spanish Literature, resisting the urge to buy a copy of Don Quixote that was even older for 30 euros. My mom had to literally drag me out.

2nd Best Discovery: A setting on my camera called “Magic” which I can use to take pictures with the incredibly enhanced and vibrant colors. It took amazing photos, like the one above of the Duomo of Florence I snapped at the Piazzale Michelangelo.

Biggest Regret: Getting so drunk in a bar in Amalfi with some of the cruise ship crew that I apparently missed a really nice sunset. Luckily I did make it back to the boat in time though!

Mom and Me in MONTE CARLO

Biggest Surprise: My mom and I got along wonderfully! And she totally put up with me dragging her around to an endless amount of churches, museums and monuments while going on and on about history and art. We spent some amazing quality time together that I’ll never forget.

Biggest Revelation: It was my second time visiting Rome, and I decided that it has surpassed London as my favorite city in the world. I decided I want to live there at some point in my life, if only for a few months. The mixture of history, art, and low-key lifestyle is unrivaled, at least anywhere I’ve ever been, and I feel like I could never finish exploring the city.
The Best Part: I didn’t think about work or relationship worries the entire trip for the most part, which for me hasn’t really happened for about 3 and a half years. It was amazing and completely unexpected, and it helped me gain the clarity I need to tackle this next year of work, both in my job and with my writing goals. I feel amazingly refreshed and ready to put in the effort it will take to get where I want to be this time next year.

I hope this high never goes away, though I have a feeling it will probably start to fade shortly – I’m about to check my bank account for the first time since I left! Yikes…

Getting The Eff Out of Here!

I’m about to board a flight for London for a vacation with my mother in Europe. If we manage to not kill each other, over the course of the next 2+ weeks we will be visiting London, then Spain, France, Monte Carlo and Italy on a 10-day Mediterranean cruise, followed by four days in Rome.

It has been 2 years since I was last in Europe, and nothing inspires or excites me more than trouncing around centuries-old streets, ancient ruins, and world-class museums with a bottle of delicious beer in hand (because I can!) and I’m PUMPED.

However, I’m not sure how I’m going to cope with the limited internet access I will have over the next few weeks. The cruise ship has wireless internet, but I think it costs something like five grand per 3 minutes of use. So, unless some of the shore excursions we’ve planned include trips to internet cafés, it looks like I’m going to be cut off from the online world for a while.

Actually, come to think of it, this will be the first time in years I’ve had to survive without a smart phone and the internet for an extended period of time. I know, I know, #whitegirlproblems. Maybe it will keep me less distracted and allow me to really experience the awesome places I’m going to. Or, maybe I’ll end up foaming at the mouth, stuck in the fetal position muttering to myself because the lack of communication with the outside world has rendered me catatonic. Who knows?

Anyways, I’m telling you this because, while I plan to do a little writing every night, I’m not sure I will be able to post anything here without it costing me a small fortune.

I know, you’re crushed.

But don’t worry – I’ll be back on the 28th, hopefully with some good stories, a lot of inspiration and tons of booze from duty-free in tow.

Wish me luck.