A Really Special Day ... Another Milestone
Hi Everyone,
Well, even though it's after midnight in NYC while I write this, please pretend that it is still March 17th... Saint Patrick's Day. This is important, NOT because I'm Irish... I'm not and not because we wear green today .. I'm NOT.. .I'm in my pajamas actually and there's no green. What makes this day important is ... drumroll here. It's my 3rd Anniversary. I moved to NYC 3 years ago today. Yes, I rolled over the George Washington Bridge around 9:30 in the morning on March 17th, 2006. I was crying, my son was driving and the cats were yowling in the back of the van.
Here's the backdrop of the story. I left Austin, TX on March 14th, in a van loaded with 2 cats, my computer, printer, small desk, a couple of suitcases packed with clothes and whatever I could fit in the back. My son, Gabriel, was driving. We had an adventure of driving cross-country together. It was like Gabe was taking Mom to college. Yes, he was bringing me to NYC to live, which was the fulfillment of a life-long dream. Now, he, of course, was thrilled that Mom would have an apt. in NYC; he wasn't even thinking he might miss Mom on a regular basis. I mean, truly, do you think that even entered his mind?
So, here I was, 3 years ago, naive, soft-skinned, "nice." And, here I am after 3 years in NYC. I'm definitely more "on top" of my experiences and I don't fall for every Tom, Dick and Harry/ I'm more tough-skinned emotionally and my skin is flaky as hell from Winter. And, well, let's just say, "I've been working to develop my 'inner bitch'.. becoming much more assertive and not so nice. Wow, I have a great deal to be proud of.
Point: I followed my dream. I moved at age 60 to where I've always want to live... and I'm thrilled and I love it.
There's much more to the story. You can read it ALL if you order my new book. Read about it here: http://www.sixtysexysassyandfree.com
So, that's it for now. It's waaaay past my bedtime and I'll be wiped out in the morning if I don't get some sleep.
Thanks for sharing this with me.
Sleep well.
ann
Well, even though it's after midnight in NYC while I write this, please pretend that it is still March 17th... Saint Patrick's Day. This is important, NOT because I'm Irish... I'm not and not because we wear green today .. I'm NOT.. .I'm in my pajamas actually and there's no green. What makes this day important is ... drumroll here. It's my 3rd Anniversary. I moved to NYC 3 years ago today. Yes, I rolled over the George Washington Bridge around 9:30 in the morning on March 17th, 2006. I was crying, my son was driving and the cats were yowling in the back of the van.
Here's the backdrop of the story. I left Austin, TX on March 14th, in a van loaded with 2 cats, my computer, printer, small desk, a couple of suitcases packed with clothes and whatever I could fit in the back. My son, Gabriel, was driving. We had an adventure of driving cross-country together. It was like Gabe was taking Mom to college. Yes, he was bringing me to NYC to live, which was the fulfillment of a life-long dream. Now, he, of course, was thrilled that Mom would have an apt. in NYC; he wasn't even thinking he might miss Mom on a regular basis. I mean, truly, do you think that even entered his mind?
So, here I was, 3 years ago, naive, soft-skinned, "nice." And, here I am after 3 years in NYC. I'm definitely more "on top" of my experiences and I don't fall for every Tom, Dick and Harry/ I'm more tough-skinned emotionally and my skin is flaky as hell from Winter. And, well, let's just say, "I've been working to develop my 'inner bitch'.. becoming much more assertive and not so nice. Wow, I have a great deal to be proud of.
Point: I followed my dream. I moved at age 60 to where I've always want to live... and I'm thrilled and I love it.
There's much more to the story. You can read it ALL if you order my new book. Read about it here: http://www.sixtysexysassyandfree.com
So, that's it for now. It's waaaay past my bedtime and I'll be wiped out in the morning if I don't get some sleep.
Thanks for sharing this with me.
Sleep well.
ann
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