OK, I just got back from 6 weeks in France and I am a married man. But being back sucks.
Sucks big time, and not in the good and dirty way. I hate being back, everything just seems so dirty, the flavors of food muted and people loud and obnoxious. Granted, we're in NYC, but still, this city, the city I grew up in, the city which broke my heart on September 11, my city, used to be my love, my life, but now, after having the fresh air that was Paris, I find it harder and harder to remain here.
I really have no economic ties to the area now that I've shut down a company I was running in NJ and which was making my life miserable. More than miserable, I was in absolute despair in that industry (textiles) and in that state. In 4 years I put on 20 lbs, drank, ate and screwed around too much and pretty much led a very unhealthy lifestyle.
Of course, it doesn't help that the buildings of the company are still in the sale process thanks to the inept idiots and morons of the NJ DEP. I swear, and I do mean absolutely swear, that I will never, ever put money into NJ again. The people in state government are the biggest bunch of pig-headed obnoxious back-assward folks I have ever had the misfortune to meet. The sale should be concluded within the next couple of days and I will be free to do whatever I want.
Of course, this is a curse as well.
I realize I am free to do anything, anything at all, be it join the wine distributor, Noble House Wines (www.NobleHouseWines.com) that I helped start or do something else. It is quite sobering yet enlightening to realize that no one has a hold over my future but me.
That said, I have been wracking my brains for the past 3 weeks, trying to figure out a way to live part of the year here and part in Paris. I know, I know, that is the dream lifestyle, the one we all wish we could follow.
I mean, look at this, can you blame me?
Paris, for me, is the quintessential feast for the senses, to paraphrase Hemingway. Every street, every alley, every nook and cranny reveals another charming facet to this lovely city. Between the sights, the sounds and the smells, Paris is like a buffet that I just can't get enough of.
Heck, for my wedding I even wrote a guide to Paris in PDF. You can download it here. Careful, though, it's about 32 pages and I update it now and then, so don't say I didn't warn you...
The dream would be to own a pied-a-terre in Paris and be able to travel happily between there and here. I think I've figured it out, but I will need to see how it works out.
Do not despair, dear reader, I will keep you thoroughly updated as to my travels and my wine adventures.
OK, time for lunch.
Down with industrially-produced "food" and the complete disregard for the sources of our nutrition!