Saturday, November 30, 2019

10 years ago I embarked on a journey.

9 years ago I was very lucky to be alive with beautiful scenery after some serious risks

I'm sure a lot of other things happened 8 years ago, and so on.

As for today, I'm sitting in front of a fire place after spending a relaxing day with people whom I love, family and a hometown friend.  This afternoon I will see many evergreen trees and then another hometown friend.  I've been reading, writing, and relishing in the miracle that is the couch, something I took for granted the first 25 years of my life, and have rarely accessed since.

I've been reading a lot about how Benjamin Franklin spent much of his early career printing.

Even when I return to New York City, I will look upon the road as I sit in my chair, content with my place to be, at home in the universe, accepting I am always on a path, yet wondering when I will have worked enough to earn somewhere that feels as right as where I began this journey

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