In the middle

December 27, 2008 at 6:08 pm Leave a comment

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Of what? The country, my life, my career. Or am I in the middle or at the end or maybe the beginning? Do any of us know? I bellyache about not knowing why. Why am I in Kansas after being a rabid New Yorker for close to 40 years? I wore it like a badge. Now I am in the middle of the country living on a gravel road working with a group of people I didn’t know existed till about 4 years ago. They were here. I wasn’t and now I am.

I am sitting on my couch looking out onto ice covered trees with a partial view of the 200 acres now called home. Not even a thought on the horizon in my loft under a sewing factory in Williamsburg. It was another world.

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