I am in the middle of preparing for my departure to Hong Kong and Paris and I am starting to get anxious. While I should be excited, I am scared more than anything. However, Hong Kong will provide a nice transitional period for me, as I will be there for two weeks with friends, just hanging out, drinking, and straight up chillaxing. Then, when February rolls around, I will be in Paris, still in desperate need of an apartment in a city where I know no one. (That’s not true, exactly. I will know one person who lives in the suburbs, but she will be a forty-minute train ride away.)

Anyway, I just felt like posting an update because after more than one month away from your blog, people start thinking that you probably died in your home, no one reported it because—let’s face it—as a blogger you probably live alone with your cats, and now your cats are eating your rotting carcass’s face off. So, to the two people who still visit: here I am, alive and with face.