You realise ten days equals nothing as soon as you reach the last day of your stay in sunny (also windy) California.
Days here have been great, you’ve seen a lot, experienced a lot, opened a few windows of opportunity, but it never really feels like it’s enough.
You know you can’t get any happier when you’re eating rainbow vanilla cake, until you have this wonderful conversation about your art with these wonderful people who say they’ll try to introduce you to some headhunters in New York who can possibly help you get a few bigger art commissions.
And then you joke some about Jesse Eisenberg being your client because you gave a painting you did of Jesse to his cousin who will give it to his family at their family reunion in July. And then people tell you you don’t have to joke because this is actually the case.
You’ll find yourself daydreaming about San Francisco, the beautiful houses, the lovely cafes and the bars, the people, the hospitality that maybe you didn’t expect.
And then you realise you have to leave in the morning, that you’ll be leaving behind all the opportunities, all the people and all the all around loveliness and trade it all in for your day job, your hard work at home… and that you won’t be back for a while…
