I have a new home. That makes 25 in 35 years. Moving days On September 1, 2017, like so many September Firsts before it, I moved. Not from one US city to another, but from NYC to Madrid. As of today, I have been in Spain for exactly a year and a half. Of the … Continue reading Moving in Madrid
Moving
Three Months
I have been in Madrid just over three months. I am still a visitor.
“All I want now is to be happy”: Culture shock and echoes from the past
Madrid is a superb vacation destination, but we aren't on vacation. This is our lives now.
Count the days
Last days are never as profound as they appear on television.
I’ve called many places my home little darlin, but I only come from one
Home is a base, a starting point, a fixture to which I latch a tether, however temporarily. Like a climber reaching for the next anchor point, I’m always searching for somewhere new to fasten a hold.
Lost in a dream
No matter how many books read, how many websites visited, how many personal accounts accumulated, when it comes down to make the actual move, my arms remain outstretched in a darkened room.
One Hundred Days
A New Journey: A little chaos can be exhilarating, to be sure, but living without any parameters, well, that’s frankly terrifying.
Sound & Vision or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Whiskey
Chapter II: I chose Philadelphia for my second year specifically so I could push myself, test my mettle. In that sense, it fulfilled every expectation.
