Didn't mean to catch so many people off guard...the last thing I wanted to do was upset anyone.
But hey, it's me... I'm free as a bird, remember? And um...I think all the talk the last three months about being miserably unhappy here and where should I move to were pretty big hints, right?
Yes, film is my #1 work love, but I can make dissident guerilla films anywhere in the world. Writing is even more inspired when I travel... How much of the world haven't I seen?
And come on now. You know that there is nothing I won't do for partnership and love. THAT'S my number one in life.
It's time. I want someone to be my most special person whom I think of first, and vice versa, and for us to be deliriously happy together.
I'm ready. But I don't see finding that or maintaining that in LA. LA is great for many things, but not love or partnership. It just makes sense for who I am and what I stand for that I'd have to find it abroad, or let abroad get me a step closer.
And I know a spectacular man in Prague whose heart belongs elsewhere unfortunately, but who undoubtedly has wonderful male friends with the same valules, or his woman does, and who knows who THEY know?? It's time to play Six Degrees of Lis's Partner.
Everything else can be done remotely. You guys'll hardly know I'm gone. I might start video blogging. And I've been studying Ferriss's 4 Hour Workweek like mad... I just can't be trapped in bourgeois American problems anymore. Gotta think outside the consumerism box and live life and be happy. Gonna do the things that I wanna do (thanks for my anthem, Weezer!)
But look, who knows, I might haaate it. And then I'll be back.
But no matter what, my life has been shook up and changed and that's great. No more of the bs I've been stuck in. Sorting and giving it all away; the dead family crap and the stuff I bought to insulate myself afterwards. Anything that smacks of a normal life, when we know I wouldn't be happy with a white picket fence and kids.
I'm an EAT PRAY LOVE playful gal, especially with someone I adore to share my life with and stay in bed naked and eat scrumptious French food off of as we giggle and talk and cuddle and tingle and think about heading to a pub or cafe where great friends wait. Just gotta be authentic. Never gonna get there stuck in the American rat race.