Today I'm moving.
I've lived here for 2 years now, and the dust on top of my cigaret holders and feather-fans is telling me, that it's time to move on. Life through Lee was a cabaret, one hell of a show, but it's getting a bit old story now.
In general I quite like the idea of changing the scenery, but there's something dreamlike and melancholic about it too. All of the places I've been to holds special memories and experiences, and leaving represents an end for a great chapter. I leave the place knowing that when I've left it, I never want to see it again, as returning to places makes me feel uncomfortable. After one year I'm probably done with London for good. I wonder if the world will feel tight by the time I turn 99..
I took a final picture of this chapter.
Moving this time is different, because I don't have a place to go yet, and I don't even know where I want to be. Luckily today I got a message from my gorgeous lover telling me that the show goes on: "This is a message for princess Heidi; please pack a toothbrush and pretty dress. We are having dinner in London tonight and staying in 'i hope' a fancy pants hotel. Pick up at 7:70pm, kisses xxx"
and tomorrow we're heading to southwest, no plans, no bookings, just us and a pair of toothbrushes, We'll be back next week This is only one of the reasons, why I love this man so deeply.
I found a self-portrait I made last year. It still looks like me.
