slow jazz on the radio and i'm dreaming of home.the memories i felt there were real and sweet. making new memories with family and friends, new little loved ones growing before my eyes.
i both miss the past and appreciate the present tense. living 3000 miles away from everything i've ever known. understanding growth only when i see the perspective from where i came.
there's nothing like sleeping in the room where you first laid your head. nearly 30 years of memories. fun, jealousy, fear, deep sadness, love, depth, community...much happiness too.
then i arrive back and it's 70 degrees here, sunny in november. bike-riding carefree under the moonlight, i wonder which is the 'right life' and which is the left...i think we know the answer to that question.
they are two parts of a whole. both parts of me.
things are getting easier out here now, i can tell. and i'm enjoying every minute of that truth, to the fullest.
three pictures of love. from a week in nyc.
xo
lis
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