clarity for the new year

We spent New Years on the Outer Banks again this year. The ocean was beautiful. There are often pink sunsets on that thin slice of land.

I'm back and working again. Thankfully, we are gearing up to move away from Chicago. I moved here entertaining the possibility that I could find a home here. That the old buildings would be quaint, and the darkness would be romantic, and the leafy springtime would be enough to balance out the winter. It has become clear to me, that I don't belong here. That there are some kind of karmic meridians or whatever, that are just not good for me to live on. I realize that seems hippy dippy, but I can't deny the pull geography has over me. Some places can be magic, and some can be a sink hole. That doesn' t mean I'm not happy that I moved to Chicago. I absolutely am.