keyless

As of today, I lack possession of any and all keys. No apartment key. No automobile key. No office access key. I finished out the sublease on my apartment, took a leave from my job, sold or gave away all of my furniture, stored a minimal volume of personal belongings at my parents' house, and am about to live out of a medium-sized suitcase (Tumi Generation 4 FXT wheeled duffel bag in light blue, of course) and an extra large tote bag (Herve Chapelier circa 2003) for the next 5 months.

For the last 8-and-a-half years, I've lived on a map that looks like the famous Saul Steinberg New Yorker cover depicting Manhattan as the center of the world. I've relished living in the city and think that there's no other place like it in the world. However, it's time to move on, brave the world, and stop holding back. As my friend James so aptly put it, for the next five months, the world will be my home.