Last month we signed a lease in my hometown more than 1,000 miles away from Long Island. After seven years here, the daily battle with fastness and aggressive traffic has taken its toll. I am living in a sluggish and reactive mode. I have gotten fat. I have become a grumpy, empty road warrier. I have lost my core.
I was too deep in unintentionality to see what was happening. My loving husband is the one who hatched the scheme to move.
Our new town has sidewalks and pedestrians. It has bike paths. I will be able to walk to the library and the bank and the local independent coffee shop. I have family and family-friends there. The politics are much more progressive than they are here.
I am praying that this move will lead me back to living with intention.