The Nomad Revolution
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![So a little background on the events:
My name is Amanda Kirkpatrick, I am a photographer and normally based in New York. I have spent most of my summers on the North Fork of Long Island, where my family has a beach house. Last year I found a share and lived out there for 3 months, immediately after spending 3 months in Egypt on an archaeological project, where I met my friend and fellow nomad revolutionary, the writer Ileana Selejan. This year while traveling in Nicaragua we decided that since our Brooklyn leases expired on the same date, we should find a summer digs for a couple months then find a permanent residence in the fall. It seemed a little crazy - move all your belongings 100 miles away from Brooklyn for just 2 months of country living?! We wrote off naysayers as just not being with it. After all, we are daring and energetic, what is a little bit of moving? A few boxes? Who cares! We would work on our work, bike everyday, kayak the bay while grazing on fresh local produce. And on the weekends our friends would visit our country paradise and life would be [possibly annoyingly] idyllic for 2 months.
Problems start a few weeks before we arrive at our rural utopia. We figure out that the windows are not opening. No problem! We will email the landlords and make sure they get everything in order. I proceed to pack my apartment with ruthless optimism. 2 years of barely disguised chaos to be sorted through, edited and packed. It’s fine. It is a cathartic and productive process that will pay off during the fun filled July 4 weekend and following months.
We plan to arrive at our summer residence early on the last day of June, though inevitably, as cleaning and packing 2 Brookyn apartments is prone to do, we are delayed by a few hours and do not arrive until after 10pm. We unload and unpack for a few hours before it is impossible to think or act clearly anymore. Friday, July 1, we have friends visiting for the holiday weekend, we rise moderately early to get as much settled as possible. We even make time to obtain a full fledged herb garden [unsuited for nomad life] and holiday weekend worthy food. At 4pm we have an irrational, frightening landlord confrontation that sets in motion our Nomadic Revolutionary life. I call our friends David [pictured] and Kelly and advise them not to leave Brooklyn. They should stay, who knows what is going on here.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo3epc9nzm1qmbulvo1_1280.jpg "http://thenomadrevolution.tumblr.com/post/7436515480/so-a-little-background-on-the-events-my-name-is")
So a little background on the events:
My name is Amanda Kirkpatrick, I am a photographer and normally based in New York. I have spent most of my summers on the North Fork of Long Island, where my family has a beach house. Last year I found a share and lived out there for 3 months, immediately after spending 3 months in Egypt on an archaeological project, where I met my friend and fellow nomad revolutionary, the writer Ileana Selejan. This year while traveling in Nicaragua we decided that since our Brooklyn leases expired on the same date, we should find a summer digs for a couple months then find a permanent residence in the fall. It seemed a little crazy - move all your belongings 100 miles away from Brooklyn for just 2 months of country living?! We wrote off naysayers as just not being with it. After all, we are daring and energetic, what is a little bit of moving? A few boxes? Who cares! We would work on our work, bike everyday, kayak the bay while grazing on fresh local produce. And on the weekends our friends would visit our country paradise and life would be [possibly annoyingly] idyllic for 2 months.
Problems start a few weeks before we arrive at our rural utopia. We figure out that the windows are not opening. No problem! We will email the landlords and make sure they get everything in order. I proceed to pack my apartment with ruthless optimism. 2 years of barely disguised chaos to be sorted through, edited and packed. It’s fine. It is a cathartic and productive process that will pay off during the fun filled July 4 weekend and following months.
We plan to arrive at our summer residence early on the last day of June, though inevitably, as cleaning and packing 2 Brookyn apartments is prone to do, we are delayed by a few hours and do not arrive until after 10pm. We unload and unpack for a few hours before it is impossible to think or act clearly anymore. Friday, July 1, we have friends visiting for the holiday weekend, we rise moderately early to get as much settled as possible. We even make time to obtain a full fledged herb garden [unsuited for nomad life] and holiday weekend worthy food. At 4pm we have an irrational, frightening landlord confrontation that sets in motion our Nomadic Revolutionary life. I call our friends David [pictured] and Kelly and advise them not to leave Brooklyn. They should stay, who knows what is going on here.
