Namaste blahg tribe Here is the first Sundaze post... it's still Sunday in Manhattan so I feel like that counts... G'day SunDelay x o x December's kicked off, which is concluding my twelve months to mySelf. In 2021 I'll more proactively participate in life... but these past 12 months have been nothing less than sacred. The way that I drastically, and somewhat regularly, restructure my life is one of my favourite inspiration buckets. I've met...
Namaste blahg tribe To keep things in perspective, I thought it worth bringing light today to the fact that I have no family on my favourite continent. And three of my five friends are in New York City. In 2002 I was here for a wonderful love that lasted until it was finished which is when I started this webpage, to mend my broken heart. I've literally been divorced three times since post number one, let that seep in. As a little girl in the...
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...
"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...
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....