Down Hill

I’ve been meaning to write about this for a while, but I’ve been having difficulty getting it started. Erica and I are breaking up. [Bam, direct approach!]

We’ve been dating for nearly two years and I’ve been really happy living with her, but she’s always been clear about her priorities and being a musician living in our expensive tiny apartment just doesn’t fit into her life right now. For anyone wondering, I’m really not happy about the break up, I had hoped we’d be together for a long time, but these things don’t always go the way we hope. I’m just trying to roll with the punches.

We’ll be moving out of our apartment on Hill St over the weekend. My life is a chaotic mix of boxes, memories, and depression right now. I’m looking forward to being settled into my bed in my new apartment on Sunday night. I’ll be moving in with my friend Robert Boyle in his apartment on 19th and Lexington. Not a bad neighborhood, but I’m going to miss Hill Street and our tiny/overpriced apartment. I feel like I’m moving from a quiet apartment in a great micro-hood with a back porch and an awesome backyard view, to a noisy street facing apartment on a really grimey street. I should try not to be so negative about it, but I just feel like my life has taken 5 steps backward right now in too many ways to count.

I’d really like to take a hiatus from any sort of creative projects for right now and just allow mind to shut off for a bit, but I doubt that will happen. I’ve already started working on my next album and Crashfaster and I are planning an east coast tour in late February. I’m sure things will get better than they feel right now. I’m just not looking forward to that climb back up again.