solitude

I always say I'm all one way, or all the other. I did eight years in midtown Manhattan because I wanted to be in it. I needed to be around humans, I wanted the energy of the 24-hour buzz. I was heart broken and lost. I've been back in Australia just over 18 months. It's not easy doing everything alone. While I can look back on my first marriage and clearly identify why it was utterly fucked, I got really used to being with someone. I don't...

another husband down… here but hear…

Nearly 12 months has gone by. This site has been up down, back up - back down. Husband #3 proved to be just as much a disappointment as the first two, probably worse. Interestingly, he's one of the highest ranked military men on Earth. And no, that's not a joke. Yo... you have no idea. The 10 year anniversary of FollowMeToNYC came and went, in September 2019. ... happy 2020 lovers. I miss you and think of you. My trip into silence has been...

lucid. unplugged. disconnect.

"Yo puedo hacerte feliz…" I met my husband 29 June 2017. Halfway through our first date, breakfast at a French cafe' on east 44th street in midtown Manhattan, he leaned across the table while I blushed crossing and uncrossing my legs (both of us dressed to the New York City nines, suits and frocks at 7am) and he stated, quite plainly in a husky, cigar-smoking Spanish accent that I drank like a green smoothie... "I can make you happy." "... yo...

New Year’s!

Being in my presently small pocket of Earth, we celebrate New Year's third... after Samoa and New Zealand. Following a completely relaxed build up to the fireworks that I watched off the mansion deck last night... I just gobbled twelve grapes as a tradition while my Spanish husband and I rang in Spain's new year. I currently await the Times Square ball to drop before we toast once more. My final day of 2018 was lush. The puppies and I went to...

mansion life. sun up. sun down.

Living in a mansion for the past six months has been a new solar system after tucking myself into stacks of midtown Manhattan apartments for eights years. I have a reading room, a writing room and an outdoor sanctuary for swimming, sun bathing and word spinning. It's a far cry from my beloved farm house where I was dwelling back in 2009 when FollowMeToNYC took shape. Lately I've been reflecting a lot. When the sun goes up until when it drops....
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