It’s not the next chapter, it’s the first chapter

It’s my last night in New York City. I was trying to think of something epic to do, but all I wanted to do was come home and write an article for my class and maybe have a glass of wine (definitely have a glass of wine). And that reminded me why I’m moving outContinue reading “It’s not the next chapter, it’s the first chapter”

Sup?

Last August I read an article about standup-paddleboard yoga on Ballard’s Salmon Bay. I immediately wanted to try it, but couldn’t think of which Seattle friend enjoys both yoga and water-based activities. I mentioned it to a few people who seemed moderately interested, though non-committal. I decided I wasn’t going to miss out on theContinue reading “Sup?”

It’s not easy

“If New York was easy, everyone would live here,” a friend reminded me the other day. I hadn’t thought of it quite that way, but he was absolutely right. Who wouldn’t want to live among the best food, culture, job opportunities, shopping and interesting people? Well, people with small children, for starters. It’s awfully hardContinue reading “It’s not easy”

Dreaming of somewhere that’s not here

Sometimes I dream of my future home. It doesn’t have to be big. I don’t need a yard or oversized master bedroom with a tub I only notice when it’s not working properly. I’m not even sure if it’s an apartment in the West Village or a bungalow in Seattle or St. Paul. Or somewhereContinue reading “Dreaming of somewhere that’s not here”