It's Where the Heart Is

Vision #8: Build a New Home

In NYC, I think the most important element to your survival is your home. This city can be disgusting and soul crushing and unless you have a sanctuary to fall into after a day's beating, it's a very short road to becoming that lady with the lipstick smeared all over her face who is having a conversation with her to purse in the subway. And while I love my roommate, my apartment and neighborhood, it's just not my sanctuary. 

I mean, I love NYC: the people (talking purse lady included), the culture, the food, the energy, all of it. But I'm a gal from Kansas and, while I loathe the politics and close-mindedness of that state, I miss it. Hard. I miss seeing a sky full of stars, the scent of burning leaves in the crisp Fall air, walking barefoot in the Summer grass and catching lightening bugs, driving in my car with the windows down and radio cranked up and singing at the top of my lungs. These are things that are a part of my DNA that I simply cannot find here. 

And since it's not plausible to move back to the Midwest (or any place with a big open sky, fresh air and green grass) at this moment, I have to find a way to make my current domicile as comforting as watching the sunset from my back porch. Maybe I cook more, rearrange the furniture or even move into my own place. I don't know. Just something that will give me that same sense of peace as home.

PS - Anyone who knows me knows that I am madly in love with my roommate. He is one of the most intelligent, hilarious, talented and generous men I know. So I want to make it clear that this post had nothing to do with him or the two of us as cohabitants. We're quite good actually. We joke that "our crazies match". And while there are areas that we (that's the general we) can change in any relationship, we put up with the "annoying stuff" because we love that person we're with. No, this post was all about me. Or didn't you know that already? That's it's always all about me ;)