Place is so black or white for me. In the right place, I am happy. In the wrong place, I am miserable.
As a sensitive creature, my body feels everything–so city life with it's electromagnetic fields, air pollution, stressed people (to name a few) are all too much to bear.
Living in a city, in a "smart" apartment building, commuting to an office, all day staring at a computer under the flickering fluorescent lights and forced air evaporated my soul. I was a shell of who I was.
And with the snap of a finger, it all changed. We moved to the river. I started working from home–my desk under the window facing the river. I could jump in and swim on my lunch break, I could meditate along the riverside as the steam rolled off early in the morning.
I kept saying to my friends, "I feel like I have met myself again." I immediately started taking pictures and writing. I came alive.
This is why I traveled. I always wanted to be in that place that recharged me. Many of them did–Alaska, Spain, France, Laos, Paraguay. And some places made it worse like China.
Memorial Day weekend was a dream. 90-degree temperatures, lots of swimming, cooking Mediterranean dishes with fresh garden vegetables and light, summertime, day drinking wines. There is no greater joy in life than eating outside.
I don't know what is next but it has to be more of this...