It's time to recommit or be committed.
About a year ago now I was diagnosed with what was thought to be thyroid cancer...and lost my job a couple of weeks later. Then Mark developed problems with one of his eyes and by the start of the new year we were both as depressed and anxious as we have ever been.
The clouds lifted in the spring... it wasn't cancer after all. And, after a trip to LA in May, Mark's vision was improved dramatically.
I feel healed now. And it's time to get out there and live my life again.
For a number of reasons I am drawn to New York again...but not for the bed bug infestations. I miss the city acutely sometimes. Toronto is home...but it will never be New York.
I miss Long Beach Island and my folks. It's hard only seeing them a couple of times a year.
So, I am going to look for work that gets me there at least part of the time, starting with putting it down in words here. Let's see what happens...