Moving = Breakdown + Build-Up

So, I just moved.

I had heard people tell me (WARN ME), "Oh, wow- you are moving? Have you had the breakdown yet?"

Me: "What? No- why?"

Now I know why.

But my new neighborhood is, in a word, divine. The upper west side has this charm that is inexplicable. Kind of like the difference between being 25 and 35. Both are great- both ages have energy and youth but at 35 you have let slide away all the 'crap' of image ( I am so looking forward to this)...you know enough of who you are and have enough history to just be as opposed to 'being' for others (insert yuppie and trust fund babies abound with no remorse or sense of humility). But hey, that is my opinion.

Post breakdown? I cannot articulate how alive I feel. Crossing over the park I had one of those moments. We all know when the city can get to be too much. Sensory overload. And then suddenly, as quickly as the wind hits you in the face, you have another moment, another overload, yet everything makes sense. You want to be nowhere else than here...than New York. I felt the sun warm my skin, heard a dog bark and a child laugh, the sound of a baseball cracking off of a bat, and smelled the freshly cut grass. If anyone had told me this could be New York, I would never have believed them. But now that this is my home and now that I have just that- a home- I can be nowhere else. Crossing the park is a symbol of crossing into newness for me...a new side of town, a new home all encased in a new season that flourishes with possibility.

So that is that.