Last night, with the help of my current host and illustrator friend Ditte Winkelman, I purchased a ticket to Berlin. Those of you who receive my frantic e-mails already know that I’m very hopeful about this move. Maybe one day if you ask me when my new life started, I’ll be able to say, “Oh, my real adult life, the one where I got a job and shed the skin of a hypersensitive, depressed cowboy–that started when I went to Berlin with no real plan.” Though I’m hopeful, I also try not to have expectations, because I’m a realist. Fortunately, I’ll be able to stay in Berlin with a new friend, also a great illustrator, Mark Verhaagen. Apparently I have a thing for crashing at illustrator’s places. I like to be vicariously creative I guess. I’m writing this from Hopper,…
