October 1, 2013
I don't want to go home. I want to have someone pack up all my stuff, cram it all into a Hello Kitty airplane with a propeller, and have Shana pilot it while wearing big goggles and a headset and saying all sorts of technical mumbo-jumbo into a microphone, to join me in a quaint apartment in Carmel-by-the-Sea. I feel at home here, on the rocky beaches, the highway to Big Sur, hiking up the huge hill to the deserted, with a vista so gorgeous it brought me to tears. Manhattan is going to feel like a cluttered junk drawer.