the world & words of a new york city writer

gretchen is a writer in new york city

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let’s move to SPAIN

Goodness me… I’M MOVING TO SPAIN!

Last week I spent the week spinning through southern Spain with my husband wandering and whispering wonders. And together we made a decision… let’s live here.

So Australia, my land as carved in my heart and defined on my passport, will wait. The next adventure for the puppies and I tastes like tapas and smells like sea salt. In a few weeks-ish, we’ll pack up and move into a house where I can see the ocean from my bedroom and feel the waves in my lungs.

After six years of hustling, everything will slow down. I am entering a new wave of Self with my soulmate. It’s indescribable. New York City was a sea of inspiration. Though I certainly retreated from my online presence, the ink in my books seeps through pages. I literally haven’t stopped since I’ve arrived.

When I left Australia, I knew I was entering an incredible challenge. I succeeded. Now Southern Europe awaits. I’m relocating to Sotogrande where I will kiss the sun and weave together words in an entirely new world.

I feel prepared and spiritually centered. Sure I don’t speak Spanish, I’m learning. Of course, I have to have my box of belongings that I shipped to the Gold Coast back home in Queensland picked up and sent to Spain – but anything straight forward simply doesn’t align with my nature.

All I want is to settle in love with my unbelievably amazing husband. So when he turned to me in a park in Algeciras and said, “Darling, I know Australia is your home, but perhaps, for some time – we can live together in Spain…” I smiled so widely the starlight reflected off the white of my teeth.

I spent the next day on the beach, staring across to North Africa (a short twenty minute ferry ride from my new residence) and settling into my new reality – starting the next cycle of my life with my two creatures and life love in Spain.

boys in the back

girls in the front

 

three times lucky

It occurred to me last week, when we were signing our marriage license, that (once upon a time) I was divorced, married and then divorced again in a 15-month period. Talk about some sheeeeeeeet. Continue reading

pride. patience.

Sunday was Pride in New York City. We danced down streets and drank pitchers of margaritas on hotel rooftops, surrounded by rainbows and love.

I’m settling into my new situation of working remotely. Considering my office is a ten minute walk from my writing desk at home, and it’s in one of the most beautiful buildings in town – with a lovely set of fellow Writers; I don’t particularly mind attending.

That said, I like having my own schedule. Sometimes I’m not popping 9 to 5, usually I’m at my brightest around 6am. It will be nice to take a break of working in unideal timeframe. Continue reading

vikings. sunrise.

I spent last night sipping icy vodkas on a midtown rooftop with a viking. There were five of us all up, representing four continents.

I’ve already started the story… That said, my bloody writing section of this page is still a disaster from when I had a tanty and tore it down. Continue reading

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