I moved to New York City in the Spring of 1982. Thirty years ago. I built a life on the East Coast. A Big Life. And here, the life is not so big. Yet. But I am not the least bit stymied by this. I do have my moments of longing, but they are being eased by my reconnections here.
Ingelein and I became best friends when we were 9. We shared many
We are now busy making up for lost time. And while she lives three hours away, she spends a lot of time here because her mother and a daughter are nearby. And this past Saturday, we all got together for an evening of good food, wine, dancing, and general frolicking in our finest duds at the Heritage Ball. If you click on the link, you will see Ingelein's mother (89 year-old Inge Smith) dancing with her 'friend' Bill! "Miss Inge" was the Headmistress of our grammar school; I could write a book about that, but I digress.
Ingelein and Lauren
I am sitting here this morning, looking out at those hills, and I feel content. I miss parts of my Connecticut life, and at the same time, I feel more connected here each day as well. Life really is a journey, no?