Just a quick update on what we’ve been doing – especially since I find I’ve stopped writing about our travel habits and my personal demons because I grew weary of having to defend them about a year ago, and didn’t get back in the habit. Here’s the deal: we take a lot of airplanes. It’s how our life works. I flew back to NYC to cover an event for a magazine, and two weeks later, the whole family came back together.
Planes use a shitload of gas, but until someone invents hydrogen fuel-cell jets (with easily-extractable hydrogen – looks like it’s happening) then we’ll have to figure out other ways of lessening our impact. Besides, I’m not really sure how we can personally keep more planes from flying, especially when British Airways is flying planes WITH NO PASSENGERS back and forth across the Atlantic. But I digress.
We’re back in New York, in essence, to wait out the strike. We usually come home for the holidays anyway, but this trip will be longer, because, quite frankly, LA is a bummer. The strike began the first day of the time change (as well as a weather change), so Los Angeles became cold, dark and without immediate prospect overnight. We decided that if we wanted to be cold and dark, we were going to do it with our families and some of our oldest friends.
I’m writing this on the floor of Sean, Jordana and my mom’s apartment, because our other place has been rented out, and there’s nowhere else to sleep. Oddly, it’s insanely comfortable, and this kind of peripatetic lifestyle (while anathema to my wife) totally fits my A.D.D. quest for constant adventure. We’ll be shuttling back and forth from the farm upstate (also rented out), and in the meantime, Tessa can hang with her friends, I can play basketball on Mulberry Street, and Lucy can teach Barnaby how to walk.
I’m personally torn between the New York and LA decision, because I’m so utterly happy here in NYC, but there isn’t the kind of writing work that is consistent enough to call a true career. If the strike ever ends, working in television and movies – which, we’ve been told, we’re good at – is about the only place left to earn a decent wage and hope for a real audience. And those things, as well as Lucy’s amazing child care, are all in Los Angeles.
I get it; it sounds like a luxury problem, and probably is. But pretty soon La Luce will be in some sort of school that won’t take kindly to our travels, and… I don’t know. I can tell you this, however: we met with an estate attorney who gave us the Ten Most Important Pieces of Advice Every Married Couple With Either a Child or Real Estate Should Know. I will post what they are (if you’re interested) but one thing stuck with me.
“Bring in your horizon,” he said. Don’t make decisions you plan to set in stone for twenty years. Make decisions for the next three years or so, then reassess. Shorten the lifespan of your theories and see how they stack up. And I have to say, ever since I started making the future closer, it feels like it’s not coming on so fast.