Finding Myself in ... New York ... Again.
8 months since I've been back in New York City, returned from 2 years traversing over the mountains of the West and through the fields of emotions that flooded in heavy downpours. 8 Months working toward something for me—working toward me. This journey may go on forever, but it's one that I finally enjoy taking. But this place —this city—is a hard reminder of what used to be. When you've become something different than your past, it is an odd feeling to return to the place where that person used to live, where you left them to fade away. Most mornings are a gift, something that I'm effortlessly grateful for. There is so much eagerness to meet the day that I feel a surge of energy and fling open the windows so I can stick my head out and look towards the sky; to great the glow of the aged bricks that make up the Brownstones across the street from me, radiant in their morning sun; to wave back at t...