Since my diagnosis I've lived with my parents.
On a farm….In the Middle of Nowhere, TX.
The closest Starbucks is 45 minutes away. My favorite -- Whole Foods -- is an hour's distance.
It's been an interesting internal process deciding where the next move will be. Because, really, it could be anywhere.
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A very nice and concerned reader reached out to me a few months ago to ask how I was and wanted to make sure that the lack of posts wasn’t because i was sick.
I wrote him back but it also seems like a fair topic to mention on the blog that I haven’t blogged on for quite some time.
The shortest answer is...
A short film about a love affair with New York City, and the diagnosis that took me away.
Joy. Boy, that's a loaded word. AmIRight?
With that one syllable you may envision a powder puff fairy who has said something beyond enraging. Leaving you infuriated.
Maybe some of us have a reaction to this word because we have a hard time envisioning (this enraging) Joy in our lives.
(Keep reading to see what would be a totally embarrassing video. That is, if I had any shame.)
I am planning to move to Austin. Finally.
And in these months of preparation the plan has changed from what I thought I would be.
I think that’s called life.
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