Beyond the joy of relocating to a secret, farm get-away nestled sweetly north of New York City – I feel more spiritually aligned than I have since returning to the states back in September 2011. While I run regular tangents about pulling things out of air and what not… there’s much more to it.
Watching the world unravel around me the past few weeks has been somewhat similar to seeing New York City blossom before my eyes a couple years back when it was all I focused on.
Lately, my thoughts have taken new shapes and patterns. Time to move…
I’m moving to a place historically renowned as a sanctuary for Writers. It’s somewhere humans escape to create memories of love and heal their tired city hearts.
I’m uncertain of my next inter-web project. I have adored FollowMeToNYC through terrible and divine, I kind of feel like a refresher. There are things in these pages that I don’t want to take with me when I move.
So, like the daily routine of my life has returned to lately… we’ll see. I’ll be writing about what I saw, felt and lived here for the rest of this life and likely lives after. Like Australia, Manhattan has a permanent residence in my heart’s topography.
Next stop, The Catskills.
I’m so bloody excited, life truly feels most surreal.