Thursday, December 1, 2011
I'm not going to lie, it's been a sentimental week. I moved out of my apartment yesterday and said goodbye to the family who took me in when I first started coming to New York five years ago. If it hadn't been for Erika and her incredible generosity, there's no way I could have survived here for so long; thanks to everything she's done for me, I'm going to be able to stick it out for a lot longer. My two best friends are leaving tomorrow and Saturday and I won't be seeing them for a long while, and everyone else I'm close to seems to be flying off to different parts of the world just when I want them to stick around. Lass mich nicht allein!
Then there's the question of whether or not I'm going back home to see the family this month, which all depends on an email that should be coming through in the next day or so. You ever wonder why models complain about the difficulties of their job? Try being put on hold for a contract every day of the week and never knowing if it's going to come through, whether you're flying out to London or Paris or India or Auckland. Making plans is a futile exercise when your life is forever in limbo. Right now, I can relate, but I love it all the same. Anticipation is an addictive drug.
This post is dedicated to the memory of my grandfather Jack Hindin, who, besides being a great mentor and a man I feel lucky to have known; also used to wear a blue blazer, woolen sweater, shirt, beige pants and New Balance sneakers every day of the week. His favourite expression was this: "We'll await developments with keen interest." It couldn't be more apt.
I LIKE YOU!