I have a strange duality in my life. I work a few blocks away from Wall Street, right near the NY Stock Exchange. The financial center of the world. But I commute about an hour each way and live a block away from the ocean.
This blog is basically about being stuck in New York when I would rather be elsewhere, and finding a way to make peace with that. My mornings on the beach help me to do that.
One of the things I struggle with in my life is finding a way to conform to the ideals of an urban city dweller. Trying to make myself do things that I feel little to no drive to do, like work long hours and save money. Give me a computer and a guidebook and I will find the cheapest way to get from Cusco to La Paz by bus. But I am not good at investing or saving money, or lets face it paying bills. That’s not me, not my personality. In this city if you are not that type of person, you are punished. Work hard, save money buy a house have kids, buy things for them, CONSUME. I don’t want to consume, I want to experience.
Working in an office sucks. It really drains your creativity and leaves little time for other things in ones life. Coping mechanism, – my mind is in the clouds, and my heart is on the road.