If you are reading this, it may be a miracle. Or, if divine intervention wasn’t involved, then somehow, I figured out how to publish it!

For years now, I’ve been in an agony of indecision. Busted out of my industry in a massive 2009 layoff, tired of taking questionable orders from people whose mothers were younger than me, realizing that the only way I could afford to stay in NYC was if I kept working in the industry that had sent me packing. Clearly, the stars were pointing to relocation, but where? You cannot create a New York experience anywhere else. Which is terrible on the one hand, and maybe not so bad on the other.

Still, after 32 years in New York City, I know where everything is. Why move to a place where I have to learn where everything is all over again? And what about my friends? Some of them are still working, and others bought years ago, and have no mortgage weighing them down. They show no signs of coming with me.

I don’t read blogs, other than Pamela Beck’s streetgiraffe.wordpress.com, and I only read that 5 minutes before our call. So why should I write a blog?

The next time my mind is frozen in some terrifying future place (world economic meltdown, etc.), maybe it will help to come here and wrestle with WordPress. Perhaps when my heart is breaking over leaving someone I love, I can come here and write some of the pain away. Best of all, I might be able to forge some new connections in this journey! The only way to know is to try.

I think that’s all for today. Before ending, I’ll insert something that I love about NYC, as a reminder of what I’m leaving.