Act Three, where our Hero reclaims their bravery.
Memorial Day Weekend in Vermont was exactly what I needed. Debauchery, nature, contemplation, relaxation, time with a dear friend and new people. Even though I’m a city person at heart, I understand the appeal of small town living. My family on both sides (before me) grew up on farms and small towns. So even though it’s not my personal background, it’s still my history. Fresh air, greens of delightful varieties, sky so blue it almost burns your eyes. It’s nice to escape, and few things feel like escape as much as a place like Windsor does. Ideally, in my future, I would have enough money to have several homes - one in NYC, one out in the country somewhere, one somewhere outside the USA… maybe one in Seattle should we ever make amends. (Hey, I said ideally.) Realistically, not so much, but a woman can (and should) dream.
I feel a little disconnected from everything/one, but sometimes it’s good to disconnect from time to time. Recharge. Emerge anew. I feel like I’m standing on a precipice, the edge of something brilliant, frightening and huge. It’s exhilirating and terrifying. The last time I felt this alive, I was dancing with friends in honor of quitting my job, I was walking through McCarren park at midnight with an old love, I was standing at the helm of a cruise ship in Grecian waters.